To My Dearest Heavenly Mother

My Dearest Mother, Queen of the May,

A bouquet of roses, just for you:  

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.

Deus propitius esto mihi peccatori

Jesus, Mary, I love Thee; Save Souls!

Jesu mitis et humilis corde, Fac cor nostrum secundum Cor tuum. (ter)