Green Grows The Holly

Green grow'th the holly So doth the ivy Though winter blasts blow na'er so high Green grow'th the holly Gay are the flowers Hedgerows and ploughlands The days grow longer in the sun Soft fall the showers Full gold the harvest Grain for thy labor With God must work for daily bread Else, man, thou starvest 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 grow'th the holly So doth the ivy The God of life can never die And Hope! Saith the holly Green grow'th the holly So doth the ivy