The Rosary - Mario Lanza
The hours I spent with thee dear heart
Or as a string of pearls to me
I count them over every one apart
My rosary my rosary
Each hour a pearl each pearl a prayer
To still a heart in absence wrung
I tell each bead unto the end
And there a cross is hung
O memories that bless and burn
O barren gain and bitter loss
I kiss each bead and strive at last to learn
To kiss the cross sweet heart
To kiss the cross
