Wipe your tears,

Ye bleeding Mother.

From the years,

Of grevious murder,

Though the fears,

That you failed another.

 

Wipe your tears,

Ye bleeding Mother,

Forsake not your suckling

Like the unrepantant mother,

Who seek refuge,   

From thee oh Great Mother.

 

Spring open thy wide arms of embrace

I pray thee.

Bend thy back,

To give comfort to thy offspring.

 

Wipe your tears,

Oh Great Mother.

There'll be light

At the end of the tunnel.