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 How glad I would be with who means 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 still his love I'll seek that home above For I shall meet my mother some glad day. If I could hear my mother pray again If I could hear her tender voice as then How glad I would be with who means so much to me If I could hear my mother pray again...