The Holly Tree - Janis Ian

I heard my father’s voice call from the drive

On a cold December night

And we all ran outside

There stood the homeliest tree

That you’d ever want to see,

Looking barely alive

He said «I'll get the shovel, and you hold the light

'Cause I’ve brought an orphan home with me tonight»

My father’s tree was five feet tall

And every leaf would struggle through the fall

But in the spring was born anew

The holly tree my father grew

I used to ask why mother didn’t stay

He’d take another drink and say,

«This drove her away»

Never could admit he drank too much

It was an old, familiar crutch

That he gave up too late

He’d point to that tree,

Saying «Take it from me

Learn to stand on your own or you will break»

My father’s tree was ten feet tall

And every leaf would struggle through the fall

But in the spring was born anew

The holly tree my father grew

And the green leaves, and the berries

Shined like rubies in the snow

And the memories last in these old photographs

See how much we’ve grown

My father’s tree can touch the sky

And every leaf does honor to his life

Forever proud, forever true

The holly tree my father grew