Eternal mother whose praise I sing;
Sainted mother of the King of Kings.
She appears in visions, lovely and rare-
Hair of moonbeams, voice a prayer.
Brought forth the Light to a world asleep;
Back into the fold came long lost sheep.
In utter silence, church bells ring,
So to herald the very first spring.
......
Eternal mother whose praise I sing;
Sainted mother of the King of Kings.
She appears in visions, lovely and rare-
Hair of moonbeams, voice a prayer.
Brought forth the Light to a world asleep;
Back into the fold came long lost sheep.
In utter silence, church bells ring,
So to herald the very first spring.
......