Mama Sang a Song

(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 and bad.

My overalls was hand-me-downs,

My shoes was full of holes,

And i used to walk four miles to school every day,

Though the rain and the sleet and the cold.

I"ve seen the nights when my daddy would cry

For the things that his family would need,

But all he ever got was a bad-land farm

And seven hungry mouths to feed,

And yet...and yet, our 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 have in jesus...)

I been rocked to sleep many a night

To the tune of "what a friend"; come morning,

"rock of ages would waken me gently once again.

Then dad, he'd reach up and take the bible down

And read it, read it loud and long.

I always thought that maybe our home was blest

When daddy would say, "mama, sing a song."

Sister left home first, i guess,

Then bob and then tommy and then dan.

Then dad's hair was turnin?white --

N i had to be mama's little man.

But it seemed that as daddys back growed weak,

Mothers faith just growed strong.

And them were the greatest days of all, when mama sang 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 don't 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'll always believe this world

Is a better place because...one time...my mama...sang... a song.