O lady they write about roses in song, in poetry, music and art br But there's one fragrant rose that they know not about br The rose who is queen of my heart br Innocent and untouched you were chosen by God br To enclose in your womb his own son br For from all Adam's daughters no other was found that could give him br pure love but this one br Though a sister and mother to many through love br No creature but him came from you br For purity it was the dress that you wore, virginity your own virtue br br In these times when e'er priests have despised this great wealth br As they seek once again poisoned fruit br We will hold up your beauty for all eyes to see br Chaste love in our hearts will take root br br So mother, cultivate all your virtues in us br For your children have known bitter blows br Make us blossom and grow in earth's garden for God br And for you, our sweet mystical rose.