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Jesus died on the cross.
Song
1. Jesus died on the cross,
The holy cross is my dear tree,
He hung on it with his arms around,
Like a penitent, sad Magdalene.
2. Holy tree on which the blood buds,
Glistened like rubies,
On your branches the dove cries,
The love of a mother's heart.
3. Holy cross tree, threshold of heaven,
The most beautiful of rose trees,
Its thorns are sharp iron nails,
Your roses are the many red wounds.
4. Leafy branch of a sacred tree,
Embracing the world,
Your crown reaches to the sky,
It shines with its light.
The holy cross is my dear tree,
He hung on it with his arms around,
Like a penitent, sad Magdalene.
2. Holy tree on which the blood buds,
Glistened like rubies,
On your branches the dove cries,
The love of a mother's heart.
3. Holy cross tree, threshold of heaven,
The most beautiful of rose trees,
Its thorns are sharp iron nails,
Your roses are the many red wounds.
4. Leafy branch of a sacred tree,
Embracing the world,
Your crown reaches to the sky,
It shines with its light.