O fir tree dark, o fir tree dear, I wander through the silent night, And feel thy fragrance in the air, And see thy branches robed in white. O fir tree dark, o fir tree dear, How blessed is our Christmas tide. So strong the charm that holds me here, In truth, I scarce can leave thy side. The twinkling lights that deck thy boughs Enchant me with their shining spell, And in a language all their own The lovely Christmas story tells. O fir tree dark, o fir tree dear, I feel the wings of angels near!