When Mary to the garden came.
The dawn was colouring the sky,
Her life would never be the same,
Where was her Lord, why did he die?
The birds were singing in the trees,
But deaf to joy, she did not hear.
Sweet signs of Spring, she did not see.
So isolated by her fear.
Verses 3-6 follow
© Avis Palmer
Tune: Folk song as used in H&P 594
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