The Holly And The Ivy Lyrics - Roger Whittaker

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 holly bears a blossom 

As white as the lily flower 

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ 

To be our sweet Saviour 

The rising of the sun 

And the running of the deer 

The playing of the merry organ 

Sweet singing in the choir 

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 

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 

Sweet singing in the choir