How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
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Memories I recall now and then
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And with a 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 only hear my mother pray again
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If I could hear her tender voice as then
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How happy I would be
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It would mean so much to me
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If I could hear my mother pray again
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Around the old homeplace her cherishing smiling face
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Was always bringing comfort joy and cheer
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And when she used to sing to her eternal King
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It was the sound I loved to hear
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If I could only hear my mother pray again
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If I could hear her tender voice as then
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How happy I would be
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It would mean so much to me
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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 my mother pray again
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Mother Pray
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| Ben Harper |
