Wisdom of life and the fruit of the womb Mary, oh Mary, it could be only you Whirlwinds of wonder are carved in the tomb Life in between, such an artful consume The life that we carry, the light that we bloom Flowers for Mary to bring to the tomb The fruit that we bare, we must show it the light Seeds that we carry shant be planted at night Soil of the womb need be fertile and pure When death is the ailment then life is the cure Mary, oh Mary it could be only you Glory, oh glory, in the cold morning dew Rain from my heaven -and from your heaven too Eleven eleven for me and for you Glory, oh glory in the cold morning dew Mary, oh Mary, it could be only you...