O Mary, dearest Mother,
We greet thee once again
This month of all most welcome
to angels and to men,
The month of birds and blossoms,
The flow'ry sunny May,
When earth and sky, dear Mother,
To thee fond tribute pay.

And so, O dearest Mother,
Before the simple shrine
Which we have decked with flowers,
Because we call it thine,
We kneel to offer fragrance
And pray’r and song to thee.
Look down, O dearest Mother,
Look down to hear and see.

Look down on us thy children,
O Mother dear, look down,
The Mother's face beams kindly
When other faces frown.
Though thou art Queen of heavèn
And reignst in joy above,
Yet still, O dearest Mother,
Look down on us with love.

In heav’n's eternal May-time,
Whose sunlight is the Lamb,
The gladness and the glory,
The rapture and the calm,
We'll praise thee and we'll bless thee
With happy saints above,
If now, O mighty Mother,
Thou look on us with love.