1. 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.

CHORUS:
If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could hear her tender voice as then!
So glad I'd be, 'twould mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.

2. She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely,
And always walk the shining gospel way.
So trusting still His love I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.

3. Within the old homeplace 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.