George Jones - If i could hear my mother pray again

How ^Gsweet and happy seem, those ^Cdays of which I ^Gdream When memory re ^Emcalls them now and ^Dthen ^D7 And ^Gwith that rapture sweet, my ^Cweary heart would ^Gbeat If I could hear my mother, ^Dpray a ^Ggain

She ^Gused to pray that ^G7I on ^CJesus would ^Grely And always walk the shining gospel ^Dway ^D7 So ^Gtrusting in His ^G7love, I'd ^Cseek that home a ^Gbove Where I shall meet my mother, ^Dsome glad ^Gday

If ^GI could only hear my ^Cmother pray a ^Ggain If ^EmI could hear her ^A7tender voice as ^Dthen So ^Ghappy I would ^G7be, would ^Cmean so much to ^Gme If I could hear my mother, ^Dpray a ^Ggain ^{C G}

With ^Gin the ole home place her ^Cpatient smiling ^Gface Was always spreadin' ^Emcomfort, hope, and ^Dcheer ^D7 And ^Gwhen she used to ^G7sing to ^Cher Eternal ^GKing It was the songs the angels, ^Dloved to ^Ghear

Her ^Gwork on earth is ^G7done, her ^Clife crown has been ^Gwon And she will be at ^Emrest with Him ^Dabove ^D7 And ^Gsome glad morning ^G7she, I ^Cknow will welcome ^Gme To that eternal home of, ^Dpeace and ^Glove ^{C G}