Оригинален текст
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus at last
Gaze into my angel eyes
wings unfold and cities rise
Brush your wings against the cross-weeping one..
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus at last
Gaze into my angel eyes
wings unfold and cities rise
Brush your wings against the cross-weeping one..