Holly
You held your place 'neath Saturn's sun
Mantled in the winter's hold
Where all that's perished lies in wait
For the red bough turned to gold
The dark will steal all that you know
Be patient, dear it's slow
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
You keep the thrush 'live with your seed
That the people steal in greed
Setting traps up in their wake
Death is all they ever make
You will fly one day I know
Life is how it goes
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
Wordsworth planted seeds at dusk
'Fore his life sank past the hills
If you look out far enough
You can see them ever still
Mantled in the winter's hold
Where all that's perished lies in wait
For the red bough turned to gold
The dark will steal all that you know
Be patient, dear it's slow
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
You keep the thrush 'live with your seed
That the people steal in greed
Setting traps up in their wake
Death is all they ever make
You will fly one day I know
Life is how it goes
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right
Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night
Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light
The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside
Wordsworth planted seeds at dusk
'Fore his life sank past the hills
If you look out far enough
You can see them ever still
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Writer(s): Abigail Hubbard
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