It came as a scene
From an old picture postcard
Of victorian ladies
With skates on their feet
Of ponds frozen over
And boughs hung with ice-tips
And through frosty panes
Watch the snow and the sleet
And the smoke ventured out
From soot blackened chimmneys
And shimmered beneath
An icy cold moon
But inside an evergreen
Stands in the corner
And a bright blazing fire
To keep out the gloom
There’s holly and ivy
And white mistleberry
The sun isn’t hiding
His face he can’t show
So fill up your glasses
So we can be merry
While rosy red cheeks
By the firelight glow
Under the streeet lights
They’ll gather together
Their shivering voices
Will ring out in song
To sing in the yule
Regardless of weather
And brighten the darkness
All the night long
And the mama’s preform
The plays from the ages
In comes King George’s
All courage bold
While out in the orchards
We’ll go wassailing
And sip on spiced cider
To keep out the cold
There’s holly and ivy
And white mistleberry
The sun isn’t hiding
His face he can’t show
So fill up your glasses
So we can be merry
While rosy red cheeks
By the firelight glow
The holly and oak king
Are now changing places
And jack frost is wearing
His new winter vest
While under the wood pile
Old jack green is sleeping
To awaken in spring
From his long deep rest
So on this yuletide
We’ll gather together
Beneath the sign of
The ancient gods horns
As the new year beckons
Through cold misty weather
We’ll raise a toast
As the suin is reborn
There’s holly and ivy
And white mistleberry
The sun isn’t hiding
His face he can’t show
So fill up your glasses
So we can be merry
While rosy red cheeks
By the firelight glow
It came as a scene
From an old picture postcard
Of victorian ladies
With skates on their feet
Of ponds frozen over
And boughs hung with ice-tips
And through frosty panes
Watch the snow and the sleet
And the smoke ventured out
From soot blackened chimmneys
And shimmered beneath
An icy cold moon
But inside an evergreen
Stands in the corner
And a bright blazing fire
To keep out the gloom
There’s holly and ivy
And white mistleberry
The sun isn’t hiding
His face he can’t show
So fill up your glasses
So we can be merry
While rosy red cheeks
By the firelight glow
There’s holly and ivy
And white mistleberry
The sun isn’t hiding
His face he can’t show
So fill up your glasses
So we can be merry
While rosy red cheeks
By the firelight glow
