there's an hour I live over and over again the heavens were dark it was drizzling with rain
when I took the last look at the place I called home faith what makes us do it and I started to
roll at the window was mother sure I see her face yet the tear in her eye I shall never forget
but she said to me then is re-echoing still I'll be praying for you sonny and that and I will
there were depths in my soul that I hardly had known and her sweet voice kept paddling
this little heart of my own I said oh god
bless you it was under my breath I'll be true mother even from now until death I've been back
again since to that old cabin door but the arms that had welcomed me ever before yes the arms
that had rocked me in childhood to sleep were missing but what could I do but to creep to the
ground and listen to her repeating so gentle so low all the loving advice that she gave to her boy
when she told me I was her pride and her joy ah the dear mother is no longer there by my side
for the angels they have carried her over the tide she is resting my mother in desolate sleep
and as I kneel by her grave in shadows deep and cry from this heart this all torn and frayed
oh lord answer the prayer that my Irish mother prayed
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