Holy Mary! be not to me as a stranger grand and great
But as Mamma waiting for me opening the garden gate
Not so much as Queen in glory crowned upon a heavenly throne
I would rather look upon you as the Ma my youth has known.
Love of mother, love for mother each of these is special love
Less of earth and more of heaven are these blessings from above
So in Maytime I would like you’d be (my) a motherly mamma
To your sonny who offended his Allpowerful Da-Da
To your little (touseled) weeping toddler who has tripped and cut his face
With his pinafore all muddy and his curls all out of place
I would like to see you soothe me as my mother used to do
In the happy days of childhood ere she went away to you
As you used to teach sweet Jesus how to walk and how to stand
I would love to walk beside you, I would love to hold your hand
It is Maytime, Holy Mary, let me now your ba-ba be
Let me love you as the mamma that my mother was to me