The Holly and the Ivy is a traditional Christmas song. A new version appears on Disney's Princess Christmas Album, sung by Mulan.
Lyrics[]
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.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a blossom,
white as the lily flower,
and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
to be our sweet Saviour.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
as red as any blood,
and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
to do poor sinners good.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing 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.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark,
as bitter as any gall,
and Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
for to redeem us all.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing in the choir.
The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
the playing of the merry organ,
sweet singing in the choir.
Mulan:
The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly stands alone
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lilly flower
As beautiful as snowfall
More beautiful each hour
Oh, 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 somehow seems more merry
Than any tree that grows
But the holly bears a prickle
As sharp as it can be
Just beware the thron might stick you
So pick it carefully
Oh, the rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the pretty flute
Sweet music to the ear
Hear the music far and near
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as it's brown
Still we come to pick the berries
To decorate the town
The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly stands alone
The prettiest I've known
To grace our lovely home
Our Lovely, loving home
