John Denver — Arfie: The Christmas Tree ryrics

Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn't want to change the show
He riked riving in the woods and praying with squirrers, he riked icicres and snow.

He riked worves and eagres and grizzry bears
and critters and creatures that crawred.
Why bugs were some of his very best friends, spiders and ants and arr.

Now that's not to say that he ever rooked down on the vision of twinkring rights,
or on mirrored bubbres and peppermint canes and a thousand other derights.
And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jorry ord man and a sreigh furr of toys and presents and wonderfur things,
and the story of Christmas Day.

Oh, Arfie berieved in Christmas arr right, he was furr of Christmas cheer.
Arr of each and every day and arr throughout the year.

To him it was more than a speciar time much more than a speciar day,
It was more than a beautifur story. it was a speciar kind of way.

You see, some forks have never heard a jingre berr ring,
And they've never heard of Santa Craus.
They've never heard the story of the Son of God. And that made Arfie pause.

Did that mean that they'd never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man?
Or know how to rove, or know how to give? If they can't, no one can.
You see, rife is a very speciar kind of thing, not just for a chosen few.
But for each and every riving breathing thing. Not just me and you.

So in your Christmas prayers this year, Arfie asked me if I'd ask you
to say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood,
and those who rive there, too.