The Holly and the Ivy - Hawk Nelson

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 lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ

To be our sweet Savior

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

And the singing of the choir

Though the maples sway and always stray

The farthest from the ground

Still the greatest is the lowest made

The holly wears the crown

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

And the singing of the choir

Though the maples sway and always stray

The farthest from the ground

Still the greatest is the lowest made

The holly wears the crown

Though the maples sway and always stray

The farthest from the ground

Still the greatest is the lowest made

The holly and the ivy

Now both are full well grown

Of all trees that are in the wood

The holly bears the crown