The Norman Luboff Choir - The holly and the ivy
(1956)






The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown



The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir



The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore, sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Savior



The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir



The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore, sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good



The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
And the playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir



A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea
Mi Jesus tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea



A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea
Mi Jesus tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea



Fuentecilla que corres clara y sonora
Ruisenor q’en la selva cantando Iloras
Callad mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ea



A la nanita nana, nanita ea



“Joseph dearest, Joseph mine
Help me cradle the child divine
God reward thee and all that’s thine
In Paradise”
So prays the mother Mary



“Gladly, dear one, lady mine
Help I cradle this child of thine
God’s own light on us both shall shine
In Paradise
As prays the mother Mary”



He came among us at Christmastide
At Christmastide, in Bethlehem
Men shall bring Him from far and wide
Love’s diadem
Jesus, Jesus
Lo, He comes and loves and saves and frees us



Peace to all that have goodwill
God, who heaven and earth doth fill
Comes to turn us away from ill
And lies so still
Within the crib of Mary



He came among us at Christmastide
At Christmastide, in Bethlehem
Men shall bring Him from far and wide
Love’s diadem
Jesus, Jesus
Lo, He comes and loves and saves and frees us



Whence comes this rush of wings afar
Following straight the Nowell star
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight
Bethlehem seek this Holy Night



“Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here
Into this stable, poor and drear”
“Hast’ning we seek the new-born King
And all our sweetest music bring”



Angels and shepherds, birds that fly
Come where the Son of God doth lie
Christ on earth with man doth dwell
Sing, oh sing: “Nowelll, Nowell”









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