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There Are No Lights on Our Christmas Tree

There Are No Lights on Our Christmas Tree
(Cyril Tawney)

The time has come for festivity
For Christmas pudding and revelry
But as I passed out the other night
I heard a small voice next to me:

cho: There are no lights on our Christmas tree
     We must not spoil the televee
     No party games, no mistletoe
     Just whistle "Wenceslas", and out you go.

'Bout once a year I become a square
I love to feel the tinsel in my hair
I love to hear the songs of days gone by
But dad and me we don't see eye-to-eye.

The Christmas crackers from uncle Alf
They lie unopened upon the shelf
Dad has forbid them but we're hoping he
Won't notice one more bang in Laramy.

Some carol singers came to our door -
I've never seen dad so mad before.
He grabbed the leader by the coat
And tried to ram his lantern down his throat.

When I grow up and become a man
There'll be no television in my plan
With laughter gay my house will ring
I never want to hear my children sing:  [chorus]

Copyright Crril Tawney
Recorded by Watersons

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