How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream
Memory I recall now and then
And with what repture sweet, my weary heart will beat
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her sweet, tender voice as then
How happy I would be, it would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
Around the old homeplace her cherishing smiling face
was always bringing comfort joy and cheer
and when she used to sing to her eternal king
it was the sound i loved to hear
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her sweet, tender voice as then
How happy I would be, it would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again