When they are both full-grown.
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly tree bears the crown.
Chorus
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer;
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all in the choir.
The holly tree bears a blossom
As white as any milk,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
All wrapped up in silk.
Chorus
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer;
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all in the choir.
The holly tree bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good.
Chorus
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer;
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all in the choir.
And the holly tree bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all.
Chorus
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer;
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all in the choir.
The holly tree bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn.
Chorus
Oh, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer;
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing all in the choir.