(Written by Bill Anderson)
(God put a song in the heart of an Angel,)
(And softly she sang it to me.)
I get to thinking lots of times
About back when I was a lad,
Of the old home-place where I growed up;
Of the days both good & bad.
My overalls was hand-me-downs,
y shoes was full of holes,
And I used to walk four miles to school every day,
Through the rain & the sleet & the cold.
I have seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need,
But all he ever got was a bad-lands farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed.
And yet, & yet out home-fire never flickered once,
´Cause when all these things went wrong,
Mama took the hymn-book down,
And mama sang a song.
(What a friend we´ve in Jesus.)
I been rocked to sleep many a night
To the tune of "What A Friend"
TO THE TUNE OF "WHAT A FRIEND"; come morning,
"Rock of Ages" would waken me gentle once again.
Then dad, he would reach up & take the bible down
And read it, read it loud & long,
I always thought that maybe our our home was blessed
When daddy would say, "Mamma, sing a song."
Sister left home 1st, I guess,
Then Bob & then Tommy & then Dan,
Then dad´s hair was turnin´ white,
´N I had to be mama´s little man.
But it seemed that as daddy´s back growed weak,
Mother´s faith just growed strong,
And them were the greatest days of all,
When mama samg a song.
(Rock of ages, cleft for me.)
(Let me hide myself in thee.)...
OOH, OOH, OOH. (Through Recitation)
I guess the house is still standing;
I do not get back much no more,
No voice is left to fill them halls,
´N no steps to grace the floor.
You see, my mama sings in heaven now,
Around God´s golden throne,
But I will always believe this world
Is a better place because, one time,
My mama sang a song.
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