The Leaves of Light (traditional)

All under the leaves and the leaves of light
I met with Virgins Seven
And one of them was Mary Mild
Our Lord's first Mother in Heaven

Oh where are you going you seven pretty maids
All under the leaves of light ?
Oh we are going, Thomas they said
Seeking for a friend of thine

And they went down into yonder town
And sat in the Gallery
And there they saw sweet Jesus Christ
Hanging from a Tree

Oh do not weep for me my Mother
Oh do not for me grieve
For I must suffer this, he said
For Adam and for Eve

Oh how can I my weeping cease
My sorrows to forgo
When I must see my own Son die
And sons I have no more ?

He laid his head on his right shoulder
Death soon drew him nigh
May the Holy Ghost receive my soul
Dear Mother now I die

And oh the rose, the gentle rose
The fennel it grows so strong
Amen, dear Lord, to thy Charity
Is the ending of my song