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
Oh, the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
The turning of the winter season
Sweet singing all may hear.
The Holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And the ivy grows upon the rock
Evergreen throughout the wood.
Oh, the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
The hand upon the harpstring
Sweet singing in the choir
The Holly bears a blossom
White as the lily's flower
And the Goddess bears the Sun again
To bring us strength and power
Oh, the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
The playing of the merry pipes
Sweet singing in the shire
The Holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And the Goddess in her ivy gown
Greets the winter sun each morn
Oh, the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The Holly ever bears a bark
Bitter as any gall
And the ivy weaves within our lives
Like the Goddess in us all
Oh, the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
The turning of the winter season
Sweet singing all may hear