Mario Lanza The Rosary
The hours I spent with Thee, Dear Heart! Are as a string of pearls to me, I count them over, every one apart, My rosary, my rosary . . .
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung, I tell each bead unto the end, And there a cross is hung . . .
O memories that bless and burn, O barren gain and bitter loss, I kiss each bead and strive at last to learn, To kiss the cross, Sweet Heart, To kiss the cross . . .
