Words & Music by C.E. Snow
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Nights may be long, skies may be gray,
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Maybe you're worried and blue.
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Fear not noble soldier, you've the whole world to gain,
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For someday your dreams will come true.
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CHORUS
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Your mother is praying for you, son,
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Tho' she's hiding each tear with a smile,
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Asking the Saviour to guide you,
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To watch over you all the while,
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Fight and be brave for the morrow will drive the dark clouds from the blue
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And remember each night say a prayer son
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For the one that is praying for you.
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Poetry.
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Yes soldier you can afford to be brave
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Lift high that old banner and long may she wave
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Think of that sweetheart so brave and so true
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And then think of your old mother who's praying for you.
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She thinks your tops cause you went over there to fight
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For Canada and for England and all things thats right
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So you've no need to worry son how she is at home
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Cause she's too busy filling stamp books and paying for bonds.
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Just keep up the courage soldier cause one of these days
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You'll set the whole wide world free and then back o'er the waves
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You'll come sailing a hero to the one that loves you
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To that loving old mother who's been praying for you.
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Repeat Chorus
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Your Mother Is Praying For You
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Hank Snow |