The Rosary |
The hours I spent with thee dear heart Are as a string of pearls to me I count them over ev-'ry one apart My rosary my rosary Each hour a pearl each pearl a prayer To still a heart in absence wrung I tell each bead unto the end and there a cross is hung O memories that bless and burn O barren gain and bitter loss I kiss each bead and strive at last to learn to kiss the cross sweetheart to kiss the cross |
