Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming. From tender stem hath sprung!. Of Jesse's lineage coming. By ancient sibyls sung. . A rose doth bear a flower. All in the cold midwinter.
I'll show you how it's done. You'll smile through the pain. Sweetly singing. Over the plain. . Gloria, Gloria. In Excelsis Deo. . They'll show us how it's done.