Hank Snow
She's a Rose from the Garden of Prayer
There's a heart that is broken todayThere is someone who waits far awayOne who's kneeling in prayer as she waits for me thereAsking that I might comeback some day.Her hands are all wrinkled with careThe gold has all gone from her hairHow I long to caress her my mother God bless herShe's a rose from the garden of prayer.When I was a boy at her kneeShe was more than a mother to meAs I gaze into space I can see her sweet faceAs I stood by her old rocking chair.When cares would impress on my browOr someone would turn me awayShe would always be near me to comfort and cheer meShe's a rose from the garden of prayer.So I'm leaving and heading that wayTo a mother so feeble and greyWhere she waits there alone in our Heaven called homeBy the window she's watching for me.Soon my sorrows and troubles will endWhere all nature is blooming so fairAnd I'll rest in the arms of the one that is trueShe's my rose from the garden of prayer.
From Letras Mania