A Christmas Tree

Above the lights of the Navy quay I saw on a mast a small Christmas tree. With lights of blue and green and gold It shone at night o'er the waters cold. Like a fantasy rare its gay lights glowed And colored ribbon-reflections flowed; As it hung aloft with its charm and light, The star-sprinkled sky made a backdrop of night.

In the windows of homes I've seen many a tree And happy children who laughed with glee; But this one tree that the sailors hung Above the decks while the north wind stung Will mean that each Christmas night I shall see, In mem'ry, a small brave Christmas tree.