There Are No Lights On Our Christmas Tree - The Seekers

The time has come for festivity

For Christmas pudding and revelry

But as I passed a house the other night

I heard this little voice, so clear and bright

There are no lights on our Christmas tree

We must not spoil the tele-vee

No party games, no mistletoe

Just whistle «Wenceslas,» and out you go

'Bout once a year I become a square

I love to feel the tinsel in my hair

I love to hear the songs of days gone by

But Dad and me, we don’t see eye to eye

The Christmas crackers from Uncle Alf

They lie unopened upon the shelf

Dad has forbid them, but we’re hoping he

Will think the bangs come from «N.Y.P.D»

There are no lights on our Christmas tree

We must not spoil the tele-vee

No party games, no mistletoe

Just whistle «Wenceslas» and out you go

Some carol singers came to our door

I’ve never seen Dad so mad before

He grabbed the leader by the coat

And tried to ram his lantern down his throat

When I grow up to be a man

There’ll be no television in my plan

With laughter gay, my house will ring

I never want to hear my family sing

There are no lights on our Christmas tree

We must not spoil the tele-vee

No party games, no mistletoe

Just whistle «Wenceslas» and out you go

There are no lights on our Christmas tree

We must not spoil the tele-vee

No party games, no mistletoe

Just whistle «Wenceslas» and out you go

No party games, no mistletoe

Just whistle «Wenceslas» and out you go