I stand at the foot of a mountain,
waiting for her to show the fountain
In which God placed his blessing,
and for us to believe in
A fountain that gives everlasting water,
and the fountain that never had disappeared
The woman will show the fountain,
will shower roses as rain
To show her purity and justice,
which mortals can't practice
Her divine robe touches the ground,
and it shakes like a hound
Her image was a blinding sight,
that warriors would stop to fight
As she delivers the message from God,
my tears came down and I sobbed
The message of hope and warnings,
of this world of ache and worries
She spread out her hands above me,
and spoke her final blessing
She told me that the fountain will appear soon,
but let all the generations bloom
For drinking the water of the sacred fountain,
means a covenant with all of God's creation
She then smiled and asked me to pray,
that all will be happy and gay
The angels took her from my sight,
and the heavens closed up at that time
Pray for us oh holy mother,
that we may be worthy of receiving the water
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