The Thin White Queen bows with everlasting renown

Before the Black King who wears the eternal crown

She bows with all her will to Him relent

Of all ills and everlasting contempt

She sees His faithfulness that never can decay

Through all the kingdom that He will rule alway

Her Will is bent to His holy will supply

For unto death He her strength will alway apply

She lingers lonely as her loving hand does wait

She sees Him close and each weary day relate

How He will meet the needs of the Thin White Queen

As He her lover for all times and times has been

Do not quit the field while fight is still in play 

For she her love will never long delay

She waits… her heartfelt pain to relate and see

He her love waits and lingers long the Holy See…

I keep it all a secret, Lord, she murmurs here

Until the Black King will one day reappear…