Bring flowers of the rarest,
Bring blossoms the fairest,
From garden and woodland and hillside and dale,
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest Flower of the Vale.
O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May
O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May
Their Lady they name Thee,
Their Mistress proclaim Thee,
Oh grant that thy children on earth be as true
As long as the bowers
Are radiant with flowers,
As long as the azure shall keep its bright hue
Sing gaily in chorus,
The bright angels o’er us
Re-echo the strains we begin upon earth;
Their harps are repeating
The notes of our greeting,
For Mary Herself is the cause of our mirth.
Bring blossoms the fairest,
From garden and woodland and hillside and dale,
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest Flower of the Vale.
O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May
O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May
Their Lady they name Thee,
Their Mistress proclaim Thee,
Oh grant that thy children on earth be as true
As long as the bowers
Are radiant with flowers,
As long as the azure shall keep its bright hue
Sing gaily in chorus,
The bright angels o’er us
Re-echo the strains we begin upon earth;
Their harps are repeating
The notes of our greeting,
For Mary Herself is the cause of our mirth.
