My Mother's Sweet Voice

I am yearning, mother dear

Sadly holding back a tear

For all the happy hours we knew

When I hear the church bells shine

I recall, those happy times

And I'll soon be returning to you

My mother's sweet voice, is living for me

In all that I do, and in all that I see

My faith I renew, forgetting my cares

In memory of childhood, and all her prayers

She would have me kneel, by her rocking chair

Then she'd teach me lessons, while stroking my hair

I'll have no more fear, I'll live and rejoice

For soon, I will hear my mother's sweet voice

She would have me kneel, by her rocking chair

Then, she'd teach me lessons, while stroking my hair

I'll have no more fear, I live and rejoice

For soon, I will hear, my mother's sweet voice