The Little Holly Tree

by Ange Hardy

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released November 25, 2014

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Nominated for the Horizon Award for best emerging talent at the 2015 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards, Ange Hardy is a folk singer, songwriter and recording artist from West Somerset, England. Ange performs original contemporary songs written in a traditional style with an emphasis on vocal harmony. ... more

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Track Name: The Little Holly Tree
Out in the wood, where the mother tree stood tall, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow: “Oh tell me dearest mother tree, where shall I go?”

“The Holly Tree” said she, “with the greenest of leaves and the reddest of berries, the little holly tree, the little holly tree with the greenest of leaves and the reddest of berries, the little holly tree.” And up in the sky, where the heavy clouds they grow, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow: “Oh tell me dearest mother tree, where shall I go?

“The Holly Tree” said she, “with the greenest of leaves and reddest of berries, the little holly tree, the little holly tree with the greenest of leaves and the reddest of berries, the little holly tree.”

On a white Christmas Eve, in the suns final glow, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow, called sweetly the little robin for a shelter from snow: “Oh tell me dearest mother tree, where shall I go?”

“The Holly Tree” said she, “with the greenest of leaves and the reddest of berries, the little holly tree, the little holly tree with the greenest of leaves and the reddest of berries, the little holly tree.”
Track Name: The Wanting Wife
One whitened winter’s morning in the early light of day a young man he went walking for to walk he must away. He took with him no purse no pound, he took with him no pay. He took with him no gallant horse for to walk he must away.

Oh for you sir I will pray! Oh for you sir I will pray! Oh for you sir I will pray you’ll come back Christmas Day!

A walking did this young man go to find his fortune told, he’d left behind his wife so fine to fetch her weight in gold. She’d sent him out with nowt in hand, she’d sent him brave and bold, she’d sent him out a walking for to fetch her weight in gold.

He tried his hand at poaching for to catch an easy prey, he’d earn enough from spilling blood to bring her home his pay. With days so short and nights so cold he’d not be to complain, he quickly found his hands were bound and walk he did away.

He wandered down to Watchet town and took with him his coat, a knife in hand he’d find a man to steal from him his boat. But his hand it shook and trembled and he could not keep hold, he dropped the blade beneath the waves and walking he did go.

So one whitened winter’s morning in the early light of day, a young man he went walking for to home he must away. He took with him no purse no pound, he took with him no pay, he took with him no gallant horse for home he did make way.

“A walking darling I did go to find my fortune told, I left behind my wife so fine but not found any gold. Though I come home with nowt in hand I come home brave and bold, for I am not the kind of man to fetch your weight in gold”.

She took him by the shoulder, she turned her face away, she held his hand unto her breast and this to him did say “Oh I sent you out and lost my man, for I had lost my way! But prayer has bought you back to me in time for Christmas Day!”