That its fair blossoms we see;
Kissed by the lips of the Heavenly Christchild,
Blessed by the wind so free,
Grown o'er the treasure the Good Spirits planted
Wondrous its fruit must be!
Here is my hemlock tree,
Christchild kiss it for me.
Make every branch bear
A gift that is fair,
This glossy-leaved hemlock tree,