Christmas Tree Mother and Me.
Come mother sit with me as we did in the old days me sat on your knee.
Hold me so close and laugh with me, come mother sit with me like we did in 1963.
Sing me a song of happiness and glee. Mother sit with me under the big Xmas tree
Tell me a story of father and me, will he be home mother to sit with me, next to our Xmas tree.
Lights are so bright presents for me, your my best present Mother spend it with me
Your not hear anymore mother years spent with you with me. Your never forgotten Mother as I sit now old next to the Xmas tree, with memories of you and me.