Sweet Madre, come, lift your head
For every tear you cry
Summons the angels from above
To tend each broken sigh.
Sweet Madre, come, lift your heart
The angels see you through,
They lift you on their sturdy wings
And gather strength for you.
Oh Madre come, let it flow
Your heartaches and your fears,
Let them flow like falling rain,
For angels gather tears.
Sweet Madre come, lift your head,
For every tear you’ve wept-
Flows in Eden’s golden streams.
Where sacred tears are kept.