I won't be home for Christmas this year Uncle
Sam has me helping our Allies over here But do think
of me when you go for a stroll When you are wandering
about in the wintry cold
I plan to have a Christmas
tree just like you The Lord will provide it, so I
don't be blue My Christmas tree will be for everyone
to see The Heavens above will be become my tree
The stars will be the lights that make it glow
The scatter clouds I'll pretend will be the snow
I will use the Milkyway for all the trimmings And
I will top it off with a Moon that is beaming
My tree will be on display Christmas night So
please stay up late and catch the sight Look for
the presents; they are there too The presents are
the love I have for you