Loreena McKennitt - The Holly & The Ivy Lyrics
The holly and the ivyWhen they are full grown,Of all the trees in the woodThe holly bears the crown.The rising of the sunThe running of the deer,The playing of the organSweet singing in the choir.The holly wears a blossomAs white as any flower,And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo be our Saviour.The rising of the sun,The running of the deer,The playing of the organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a berryAs red as any blood,And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo do sinners good.The rising of the sun,The running of the deer,The playing of the organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a prickleAs sharp as any thorn,And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristOn Christmas Day in the morn.The rising of the sun,The running of the deer,The playing of the organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a barkAs bitter as any gall,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,To redeem us all.The rising of the sun,The running of the deer,The playing of the organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly and the ivy,When they are full grown,Of all the trees in the wood,The holly bears the crown.The rising of the sun,The running of the deer,The playing of the organ,Sweet singing in the choir.