I heard my father's voice
On a cold December night,
There stood the homely street
that he'd ever want to see,
He said, you grab the shovel
cause I've brought an orphan home
and every leaf would struggle
And in the spring be born anew,
the holly tree my father grew.
I used to ask why mother didn't stay,
he'd take another drink and say,
it was an old familiar crutch
And he'd point to the tree,
Learn to stand on your own
And every leaf would struggle
And in the spring, be born anew,
the holly tree my father grew.
And the green leaves and the berries
shine like rubies in the snow.
to see how much we've grown
and every leaf does honor to his life
Forever proud, forever true
The holly tree my father grew