Through a burning desert
In an ice-cold train
Tannenbaum is looking
At the endless plain

With a black suit and a keppel
He’s looking like a heron
From the heart of Montréal
A man without a skeleton
I am an old Christmas tree
With pain in kidney and liver
Soon the train goes on without me
Along this endless river

O Tannenbaum

Your branches green delight us
They’re green when
Summer days are bright
They’re green when
Winter snow is white
Your branches green delight us

O Tannenbaum

Why he is thinking
Why he is dreaming
With his eyes wide open
Like an old vampire
Burned by the light of the day
With the snowflakes on my hat
I couldn’t find the stick
Above the ghosts and the dead
In the holy ground