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God put a song in the heart of an angel |
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And softly she sang it to me |
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I get to thinking lots of times about |
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Back when I was a lad |
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Of the old home place where I grew up |
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Of the days both good and bad |
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My overalls were hand-me-downs |
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My shoes were full of holes |
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I used to walk four miles to school every day |
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Through the rain, the sleet and the cold |
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I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry |
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For the things that his family would need |
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But all he ever got was a badland farm |
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And seven hungry mouths to feed |
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And yet and yet our home fire never flickered once |
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'Cause when all these things went wrong |
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Mama took the hymn book down |
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And Mama sang a song |
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(What a friend we have in Jesus) |
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I've been rocked to sleep many a night |
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To the tune of, 'What a friend' |
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And come morning 'Rock of ages' |
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Would wake me gently once again |
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And when Daddy would reach up |
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And he'd take the Bible down |
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And he'd read it, read it loud and long |
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And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed |
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When Daddy would say Mama sing a song |
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Sister left home first, I guess and then Bob |
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And then Tommy and then Dan |
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By then Dad's hair was turning white |
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And I had to be Mama's little man |
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But it seemed that as Daddy's back grew weak |
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My mother's faith just grew strong |
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And those were the greatest days |
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Of all when Mama sang a song |
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(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee) |
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I guess the house is still standing |
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I don't get to go back much anymore |
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No voice is left to fill those halls |
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And no steps to grace the floor |
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For you see my mother sings in Heaven |
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Now around God's golden throne |
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But I'll always believe |
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That this world is a better place |
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Because one time my mama sang a song |
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(Precious memories flood my soul) |
