The Holly And The Ivy (Feat. Cormac Breatnach)

When they are both full grown, Of all trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown: O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. The holly bears a blossom, As white as lily flower, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Saviour. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to do the sinners good. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. O, 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.