The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as the lilly flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do us sinners good.
Oh, The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly and the ivy
Now they both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
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The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as the lilly flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do us sinners good.
Oh, The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly and the ivy
Now they both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as the lilly flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do us sinners good.
Oh, The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir.
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
The holly and the ivy
Now they both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
Writer: Tim Mather, TRAD TRAD, TRAD
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.