

(oooh, ahhh) Behind the wooden door
Deep in the forest clearing
A shape they can't ignore
A bright star is appearing
Carved of oak and frozen stone
Seven gates to lands unknown
But the pine tree shines alone (ha-ha!)
What is this magic tree?
Shining so bright for all to see!
Wrapped in a silver glow
Under the winter snow
A door shaped like a pumpkin head
A door that's painted bright and red
But look towards the evergreen The strangest thing you've ever seen
Step inside, fall right down
Leave the dark and gloomy town
Where the sugar plums are spinning And a brand new world is
winning!
What is this magic tree?
Shining so bright for all to see!
Wrapped in a silver glow
Under the winter snow
Seven trees, seven doors
Forever yours... (shhh...)