Ooh 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 flow'ret 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 us a savior When half-spent was the night The rose but small and tender Gives fragrance everyday Then by its brilliant splendor Makes darkness pass away To God, true man, we pray Help us in every sorrow And guide us on our way Doo doo doo, doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo Lo, how a rose upspringing On tender root hath sprung! A rose, by prophets singing To all the world made known The child the virgin bore The world salvation bringing Through him forevermore Through him forevermore