Linda Ronstadt — Lo How a Rose Ere Blooming

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, as men of old have sung It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter When half spent was the night Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the rose I have in mind; With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind To show God's love aright, she bore to men a Savior When half spent was the night