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I get you on my mind every year at Christmas time,
As I trim every bough, branch and limb;
But I don't want to see an angel on the tree,
Till you're back in my arms once again.
Christmas Angel, I have named you,
Since the day we first trimmed the Christmas tree;
And I called it my love, and I placed up above,
A little angel where I wanted you to be.
And I get you on my mind every year at Christmas time,
As I trim every bough, branch and limb;
But I don't want to see an angel on the tree,
Till you're back in my arms once again.
Christmas Angel, I have named you,
For the Christmas tree I'm holding in my heart;
And I'm leaving a spot for your love on the top,
Christmas Angel, even though we're far apart.
I get you on my mind every year at Christmas time,
As I trim every bough, branch and limb;
But I don't want to see an angel on the tree,
Till you're back in my arms once again.
I get you on my mind every year at Christmas time,
As I trim every bough, branch and limb;
But I don't want to see an angel on the tree,
Till you're back in my arms once again.
Till you're back in my arms once again.
Recorded by Stompin' Tom Connors (Merry Christmas Everybody, trk#3, Dominion Records LP, 1970, Boot Records CD, 2008.