How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
In memories I recall them now and then
And with a rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her 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 home place, 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 tender voice as then
How happy I would be, it would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray again