Alabama - If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

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 her patient smiling face

Was always spreading comfort hope and cheer

And when she used to sing to her eternal king

It was the songs the angels loved to hear.



Her work on earth is done the life crown has been won

And she will be at rest with Him above

And some glad morning she I know will welcome me

To that eternal home of peace and love.



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.



If I could hear my mother pray again.



Pray again.