Where is Thy Spirit Mary?Where is thy spirit, Mary?
Dwells it in the air?
Friends thou hast forsaken
Fondly deem ’tis ling’ring there.
I heard an old-time ballad,
Low and plaintive was the strain
So pure and clear, I seem’d to hear
They gentle voice again.
She who sang was lovely,
She was innocent and fair
And I said, if angels guard us,
Thy sweet spirit lingers there.
Where is thy spirit, Mary?
Watching while we sleep?
Dost weep for those who wept for thee?
Do angels ever wee;?
The autumn leaf had wilted
Ere thou hadst lost thy bloom.
But when that leaf had left its stem
It settled on thy tomb.
Spring birds now returning
With their music fill the air,
And we know by that sweet warning
That they spirit lingers there.