It is the heart of Mary Anne,
That touches my heart with love;
Her heart is known for healing,
Her heart, mine thinks highly of.

It's sweeter than moonflowers
Blooming on a summer's night.
It's her heart of TLC,
That fills my heart with delight.

It's when my heart needs repair,
Her heart comes to the rescue;
Her heart is one always kind,
And not just out of the blue.

My heart, hers knows how to heal,
In a gentle, loving way.
She puts God first in her life,
Close to God she helps me stay.