Lyrics The Holly and the Ivy - Arr. H. Walford Davies (1869-1941) - The Choir Of Westminster Abbey feat. Simon Preston

How holy and how high be, When there above were none, Who
Through the trees did tend the wood, The holly bears a crown
Oh, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer
Through the pale and cold heathen wood We sing in the choir
The holly bears a blossom As white as any flower, And
Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Savior
Oh, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer
Through the pale and cold heathen wood We sing in the choir
The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary
Bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good
Oh, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer
Through the pale and cold heathen wood We sing in the choir
The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And Mary
Bore sweet Jesus Christ, On Christmas Day in the morn
Oh, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer
Through the pale and cold heathen wood We sing in the choir
The holly bears a bark, As bitter as any gall, And
Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to redeem us all
Oh, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer, Through the
Pale and cold heathen wood We sing
In, We sing in, In- in- in- in- in-