In the quiet of the evening sky,
Her gentle touch like a lullaby,
Mama Mary, with eyes so bright,
Guides us softly through the night.
Her warmth is like the morning sun,
Embracing all, leaving none,
A beacon in our darkest hour,
Wrapped in her love, we find our power.
Through whispers of the rustling leaves,
Her presence comforts, never leaves,
A motherâs love, pure and true,
In her arms, weâre born anew.
With every prayer, she hears our plea,
Her spirit strong, her heart set free,
Mama Mary, our guiding light,
Forever with us, day and night.