Bring flowers of the rarest
Bring flowers 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!
Refrain: O Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today! Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.
O Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, 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.
