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Sweet Mary tell me of your Son
And I will gather your tears
His triumph over death at Calvary's cross
Will comfort travelers' fears
Each precious tear is a lily
A beauty among the thorns
Pure fragrance flows from the memories
In shadows where hope is reborn
The Lily of the valley
On tear-stained ground
The Lily of the valley
Where new hope is found
Where new hope is found
The roots run wide through the meadows
No toiling the price has been paid
Bowed and humbled with shoulders hung low
From the weight of a sacrifice made
The white bells silent and solemn
While plucked in bunches and tied
A promise of new life in springtime
And bouquet for the bride
The Lily of the valley
On tear-stained ground
The Lily of the valley
Where new hope is found
Where new hope is found
The Lily of the valley
On tear-stained ground
The Lily of the valley
Where new hope is found
Where new hope is found
