Rather like the Holly ‘something’ lives on…
Going through the annual stages of the berry’s colours? Birth “white as the milk”, energetically vibrantly “green as the grass”, humanly physically “blood-red” and deeply deadly “black as the coal”…
What is ‘it’ I wonder, much more than a jingly crimbly festive cheer…
Long live the holly!
Now the holly bears a berry as white as the milk, And Mary bore Jesus all wrapped up in silk.
And Mary bore Jesus, a saviour for to be, And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly
Holly, holly, And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly
Now the holly bears a berry as green as the grass, And Mary she bore Jesus who died on a cross.
Now the holly bears a berry as blood it is red, And Mary bore Jesus who rose? from the dead.
Now the holly bears a berry as black as the coal, And Mary bore Jesus who died for us all.
Cornish chorus: forgive my ignorance but it’s sumt’ like this
Ha Mam o an Maghteth, Marya Mam Dew, Ha gwedhen an gwella, an gelynen yu
Kelyn, Kelyn, Ha gwedhen an gwella an gelynen yu.