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
He waits for her to find
The heart she left behind
He prays she’ll find her way
to be his bride some day
Ivy, of all the trees in the wood,
Holly warms the Rose
Holly and the Ivy
when they are both full grown
of all the trees in the wood
Holly bears the crown
The Holly and the Ivy
The running of the deer
For his Rose to bloom
Holly waits every year