O' Mary of Magdalene,
Bride of Cana you stand.
With a smile of happyness,
You watch your princess on Egyptian sands.

A boat is ready,
A journey awaits,
O' Mary of Magdalene,
Your princess will be safe.

Before you leave,
You turn and look,
You remember your companion,
But O' don't feel sad.

Yet he will return,
At another time.
But for now dear Magdalene you must go,
And with you, the sacred sangraal.

TJ Peters copyright2007