Mama Sang For Me

Not so very long ago, when I was young and time was mine to spend

I'd do what little boys would do all day until the sun sank low again

When supper time was over, I'd climb the stairs and try to fall asleep

I'd close my eyes, say my prayers, and Mama always sang a song for me

She'd sing, "Jesus, hold my hand"

Blessing, Jesus, hold my hand

Oh, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

She sang, "Lord, I saw the light"

Pray for Lord, I saw the light

Everything would be alright when Mama sang for me

Years went by like summertime, one day, I grew up and moved away

Against my better judgment, I was easily and often led astray

But it seemed no matter where I went, whatever kind of trouble I would find

Mama's voice would echo through the cold and lonely corners of my mind

She'd sing, "Jesus, hold my hand"

Blessing, Jesus, hold my hand

Oh, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

She sang, "Lord, I saw the light"

Pray for Lord, I saw the light

Everything would be alright when Mama sang for me

I don't try to count the miles or moments that have forced themselves between

And I can't take back the things I've done or be a better man than I have been

But some nights I'd do anything to hear my mama singing once again

So I close my eyes, say my prayers

In the stillness, I remember when—

She'd sing, "Jesus, hold my hand"

Blessing, Jesus, hold my hand

Oh, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

She sang, "Lord, I saw the light"

Pray for Lord, I saw the light

Everything would be alright when Mama sang for me

She'd sing, "Jesus, hold my hand"

Blessing, Jesus, hold my hand

Oh, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

She sang, "Lord, I saw the light"

Pray for Lord, I saw the light

Everything would be alright when Mama sang for me

Everything would be alright when Mama sang for me