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.