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