How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
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When memory recalls them now and then
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And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
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If I could hear my mother pray again
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If I could hear my mother pray again
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If I could hear her tender voice as then
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How glad I would be with who means so much to me
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If I could hear my mother pray again
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She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely
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And always walk the shining gospel way
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So trusting still his love I'll seek that home above
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For I shall meet my mother some glad day
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If I could hear my mother...
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If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again
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| George Jones |
