O Holey Night

O holey night, with seven Harrys flying
The Boy Who Lived has such friends who care for him
Sorry, Death Eaters, for soon you will be crying
The Order’s here, and your fate is looking grim

A flash of red, and hooded men approaching
Someone’s hit in the side of the head

I’m falling off my broom, and I can’t hear
Out of my left side
It all went black as it became the night I lost my ear
O holey night

You ask how I feel, and though I should be angry
About this wound that has split me from my twin
I feel like a saint; oh, Fred, do you get it?
I am OK, let the ear jokes bеgin

A flash of red, and hooded men approaching
Somеone’s hit in the side of the head

I’m falling off my broom, and I can’t hear
Out of my left side
It all went black as it became the night I lost my ear
O holey night

The night I lost my ear
O holey night (O holey night)