The Holly And The Ivy sing and play along

The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown,

of all the trees that are in the wood,

the holly stands alone.

The holly bears a blossom as white as lily flow'r,

as beautiful as are snow the fall,

more beautiful each lone.

The hour.

The rising of the sun,

the running of the deer, the playing of the pretty flute,

sweet music to the ear.

Lovely music far and near.

The holly bears a berry as red as any rose,

and we somehow seems more merry than any tree that grows.

But the holly bears a prickle as sharp as it can be.

Just beware the thorn might stick you,

so pick it carefully.

Oh, the lone.

The prettiest I've known, to grace our lovely home,

our lovely, loving home.