Alleluia, Alleluia. Praise, Praise the Mother

This is my mother's book. I rest near the farm. All rocks and trees, all skies and seas. Her hand, the one bears round. All creatures of our garden queen. Lift up your voice and with a sea. Oh, crazy, oh, crazy. Thou burning sun with golden beam. thou our silver moon is soft to gleam. Alleluia,  alleluia, alleluia, alleluia... Praise, praise the mother, praise the spirit three and one. Oh, praise them.Oh, bless the Lord on my soul. Worship its holy name. Sing like never before.