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
So happy i would be
Would mean so much to me
If i could hear my mother pray again
She used to pray that i on jesus would rely
And always walked the shining gospel way
So trusting still his love
I seek that home above
Where i shall meet my mother some glad day
Within the old home place