The Lily of the Valley

Sweet Mary tell me of your Son And I will gather your tears His triumph over death at Calvary's cross Will comfort travelers' fears Each precious tear is a lily A beauty among the thorns Pure fragrance flows from the memories In shadows where hope is reborn The Lily of the valley On tear-stained ground The Lily of the valley Where new hope is found Where new hope is found The roots run wide through the meadows No toiling the price has been paid Bowed and humbled with shoulders hung low From the weight of a sacrifice made The white bells silent and solemn While plucked in bunches and tied A promise of new life in springtime And bouquet for the bride The Lily of the valley On tear-stained ground The Lily of the valley Where new hope is found Where new hope is found The Lily of the valley On tear-stained ground The Lily of the valley Where new hope is found Where new hope is found