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