paroles de chanson The Holly & the Ivy - Kerfuffle

Oh, 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,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all then in the choir.

Oh, the holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.

The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all then in the choir.

Oh, the holly bears a blossom,
As white as any flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour.

The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all then in the choir.

Oh, the holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do all sinners good.

Oh, 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,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all then in the choir.

Oh, the holly bears a root
As strong as the royal bear,
And we will sing its praises
Till Christmas time next year.

The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all then in the choir (×3).