Green Grows The Holly

Green grows the holly
And so does the ivy
Though winter blasts winds na’er so high
Green grows the holly
Gay are the flowers
Hedgerows and the ploughhands
The days grow long, longer in the sun
So soft fall the showers
Mmm
Full gold the harvest
And grain for your labor
With God must work for daily bread
Or else, man, we’ll starve
Fast fall the shed leaves
Russet and yellow
But resting buds are smug and safe
Where swung the dead leaves
Swung the dead leaves
Green grows the holly
And so does the ivy
The God of life can never die
And hope, says the holly
Green grows the holly
Oh
Green grows the holly
So does the ivy