The Leaves of Life

Oh it's all under the leaves and the leaves of life,
Where I saw maidens seven,
And it's one of those was Mary mild,
Was our King's mother from heaven.

Then I asked them what they were looking for,
All under the leaves of life.
" I am looking for sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our heavenly guide."

" Go you down, go you down to yonder town,
As far as you can see,
And there you will find sweet Jesus Christ
With his body nailed to a tree."

" Dear mother, dear mother, do not weep for me,
Your weeping does me harm,
But John may be a comfort to you
When I am dead and gone."

There's a rose and a rose and a gentle rose,
The charm that grows so green.
God will give us grace in every mortal place
For to pray to our heavenly Queen.
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