Green grows the holly
And so does the ivy
Though the winter winds blow never so high
Green grows the holly
Gay are the flowers
Hedgerows and the plough hands
The days grow long, long in the sun
So fall the showers
Full gold the harvest
And grain for your labor
With God must work for daily bread
Or else man will starve
Fast fall the shed leaves
Russet and yellow
But resting buds are smug and safe
Where 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