Текст песни Hymn to Mary - Libera

Holy Mary
Draw through my heart
The sweetest arrow
Of thy grace

Lift my sorrows
Deepening shadow
So that I may
See Your face

I know I will
Not be forsaken
Gently held in
Your embrace

Blessed Spirit
Whispering softly
Cool the fires
Of my shame

Even as I
Run from your arms
My soul keeps calling
Out Your name

You were always
Right here inside each
Tear of joy
Every drop of rain