Immaculate

Immaculate lies fallen there
With broken arms and dirty hair
December comes to Northern skies
And a brave new moon has his Mary’s eyes
Oh how could I tell I’m always last to know
Is heaven on high or down so low
Immaculate rides pale and dark
The sacred heart in the fatal hour
Conceived by him
Bequeathed to me
The perfect world of Gethsemane
Oh how could I tell I’m always last to know
Is heaven on high or down so low
Oh how could I tell I’m always last to know
Is heaven on high or down so low
Oh how could I tell I’m always last to know
Is heaven on high or down so low
Oh how could I tell I’m always last to know
Is heaven on high or down so low