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Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
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
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
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
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a bark as bitter as the gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir
Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
Part of these releases
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- Track 16 on The Best of the Adverts
- 15 My Place
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- Track 2 on Cast of Thousands
- 1 Cast of Thousands
- 3 My Place
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- Track 15 on Cast of Thousands Disc 2
- 14 I Surrender
- 16 I Looked at the Sun
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