Words & Music by C.E. "Hank" Snow
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There¡¯s a heart that is broken today
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There is someone who waits far away
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One who¡¯s kneeling in prayer as she waits for me there
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Asking that I might comeback some day.
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Her hands are all wrinkled with care
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The gold has all gone from her hair
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How I long to caress her my mother God bless her
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She¡¯s a rose from the garden of prayer.
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When I was a boy at her knee
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She was more than a mother to me
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As I gaze into space I can see her sweet face
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As I stood by her old rocking chair.
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When cares would impress on my brow
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Or someone would turn me away
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She would always be near me to comfort and cheer me
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She¡¯s a rose from the garden of prayer.
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So I¡¯m leaving and heading that way
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To a mother so feeble and grey
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Where she waits there alone in our Heaven called home
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By the window she¡¯s watching for me.
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Soon my sorrows and troubles will end
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Where all nature is blooming so fair
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And I¡¯ll rest in the arms of the one that is true
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She¡¯ my rose from the garden of prayer.
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She's A Rose From The Garden Of Prayer
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| Hank Snow |
