Who is this snowy-plumed dove?
This heart so inflamed with love?
Can she be the Mother of our Lord?
This heart pierced by a sword?
She is fairer than any flower
Sh! Our lord calls to her!
Yes, My Mother this is
And if home is where the heart is
Then her heart is My home
So come, dearest one, come
Come to Me, sit by My side
Let your tears be dried
Let your sorrows be turned to joy
For I am still your little Boy
And now you will rule by My side as Queen
For you are lovely and serene
No one could ask for a better Mother
I could not have been born to any other
Hear our prayers, oh dearest Queen
Light our way like the moon, sweet and serene
By your soft, twinkling light
You help us get through the night
Until we are ready to see your Son
In His vast and glorious kingdom