The Holly and the Ivy
The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh the rising sun
And the running of the deer
Sweet sounds of a merry organ
Keep ringing in my ear
The rising sun
And the running of the deer
Sweet sounds of a merry organ
Keep ringing in my ear
And the holly bears a thorn
As sharp as any prickle
And Mary bore Sweet Jesus Christ
To be our savior
AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH
The holly bears a berry as red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do a sinners' good
But the Holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn'
The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
The running of the deer
The rising of the sun
Rising
Rising
Keep the Sun Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Son Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Sun Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Son Rising
Rising
Amazing Grace
(Son)
How Sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright, Shining as the SUN
We've no less days
To sing GODS praise
Then when we first begun.
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh the rising sun
And the running of the deer
Sweet sounds of a merry organ
Keep ringing in my ear
The rising sun
And the running of the deer
Sweet sounds of a merry organ
Keep ringing in my ear
And the holly bears a thorn
As sharp as any prickle
And Mary bore Sweet Jesus Christ
To be our savior
AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH
The holly bears a berry as red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do a sinners' good
But the Holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn'
The Holly and the Ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The Holly bears the crown
The running of the deer
The rising of the sun
Rising
Rising
Keep the Sun Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Son Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Sun Rising
Rising
Rising
Keep the Son Rising
Rising
Amazing Grace
(Son)
How Sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright, Shining as the SUN
We've no less days
To sing GODS praise
Then when we first begun.
Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Julian Brian Marshall
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