How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream,

When memory oh calling now and then!

Oh 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 again!

So 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 her tender voice again!

So happy I would be, it 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 walk the shining gospel way;

So trusting in His love, I'm seeking a home above,

Where I can meet my mother some glad day.

If I could hear my mother pray again,

If I could hear her tender voice again!

So happy I would be, it would mean so much to me,

If I could hear my mother pray again.