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The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are 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 in the choir.
The holly bears a blossom, white as the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our own Saviour;
The rising of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry as red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, to do poor sinners good;
The rising of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn;
The rising of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark, bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all;
The rising of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir.
The holly and the ivy when they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are 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 in the choir.
The rising of the sun, and the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir.
Traditional carols, old favorites (and soon to become favorites) with magic, lore, spirit and heart recorded by Pamela Morgan, Anita Best, The Overtones, The Younger Ones, and various wenches, rogues, beggars, minstrels, fakirs and thieves. (Amber Christmas, trk#11, 2010, Amber Music, St. John's, NL).
