Bring Flowers of the Rarest (Mary E. Walsh)

"Bring Flowers of the Rarest" (Mary E. Walsh)
Bring flowers of the fairest
Bring flowers of the rarest
From garden and woodland
and hillside and vale
Our full hearts are swelling
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale
CHORUS
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
Our voices ascending, in harmony blending
O! thus may our heart turn
Dear mother, to thee
Oh thus shall we prove thee
How truly we love thee
How dark without Mary
Life's journey would be