Day 324 The Holly and the Ivy

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming 

From tender stem hath sprung! 

Of Jesse's lineage coming 

By ancient sibyls sung 

A rose doth bear a flower 

All in the cold midwinter 

And at the midnight hour 

And he waits for her to find 

The heart she left behind 

And he prays she'll find her way 

To be his bride someday 

Ivy 

Of all the trees in the wood 

Holly wants the Rose 

Holly and the Ivy 

When they are both full grown 

Of all the trees in the wood 

Holly bears the crown 

Holly and the Ivy 

The running of the deer 

For his Rose to bloom 

Holly waits every year 

He waits for who to find 

The heart she left behind 

He prays she'll find her way 

To be his bride someday