How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
When memory recalls them now and then
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again.
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again.
She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
And always walk the shining gospel way
So trusting still his love I'll seek that home above
For I shall meet my mother some glad day.
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again...