QUEEN OF THE MAY (aka BRING FLOWERS OF THE RAREST) (Mary E. Walsh - 1883 / Based on the Traditional 13th Century Catholic Hymn) Frank Patterson - 1996 Daniel O'Donnell - 2003 Also Recorded by: John McDermott; Phil Coulter (under the title "Bring Flowers Of The Fairest") Bring flowers of the fairest Bring flowers of the rarest From garden and woodland And hillside and vale Our full hearts are swelling Our Glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May Our voices ascending, In harmony blending Oh! Thus may our hearts turn Dear Mother, to thee Oh! Thus shall we prove thee How truly we love thee How dark without Mary Life's journey would be O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Virgin most tender Our homage we render Thy love and protection Sweet Mother, to win In danger defend us In sorrow befriend us And shield our hearts From contagion and sin O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May Of Mothers the dearest Oh, wilt thou be nearest When life with temptation Is darkly replete Forsake us, O never Our hearts be they ever As Pure as the lilies We lay at thy feet O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May ****** DIFFERENT VERSION - Origin Unknown Bring flow'rs of the fairest, bring flow'rs of the rarest From garden and woodland and hillside and vale Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale. O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May The sun is shining brightly The trees are clothed with green The beauteous bloom of flowers On ev'ry side is seen And all the world is gay For 'tis the month of Mary The lovely month of May There's music in the heavens For birds are singing there And nature's songs and praises Are sounding through the air With joy we'll sing today For 'tis the month of Mary The lovely month of May And when night closes o'er us And twinkling stars appear The chaste moon calmly reigneth In skies so bright and clear In heaven far away There reigns o'er saints and angels Our lovely Queen of May Hail! Virgin, dearest Mary Our lovely Queen of May All spotless blessed Lady Accept our gladsome lay Thy children humbly bending Around thy shrine so fair; With heart and voice ascending Sweet Mary, hear our pray'r Hail! Mary, sunclad Virgin Our smiling Queen of May All sinless, star-crowned Lady Accept our tuneful lay We've gathered fresh bright flowers To wreath our fair queen's brow From gay and verdant bowers We haste to crown thee now Queen of the Angels Queen of the May ******