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The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the playing of the merry organ
Sweet Singing of The Choir
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet Singing of The Choir
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day this morn
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet Singing in The Choir
Last Christmas I drove home
Just my sister and me
200 miles from London
To a small town by the sea
The silent trails of snowfall
Swept round our rental van
And we drifted into morning
As Christmas day began
And the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)
And the rising of the sun (the sun)
And the running of the deer (the deer)