In the morning I watched her rise
And in the night lie down
And I swear that her head on the pillow was bright
As Holy Mary’s crown

The heart is drawn to a thing so light
And the hand to a thing so warm
But I swear that I pressed a stone to my heart
When I took the lady by storm
I swear that I pressed my heart to a stone
When I covered her by storm

A shadow fell on her face that night
And her hand on the lace of her gown
But I swear that her head on the pillow was bright
As Holy Mary’s crown