There's a heart that is broken today There is someone who waits far away One who's kneeling in prayer as she waits for me there Asking that I might comeback some day Her hands are all wrinkled with care The gold has all gone from her hair How I long to caress her my mother God bless her She's a rose from the garden of prayer. When I was a boy at her knee She was more than a mother to me As I gaze into space I can see her sweet face As I stood by her old rocking chair. When cares would impress on my brow Or someone would turn me away She would always be near me to comfort and cheer me She's a rose from the garden of prayer. So I'm leaving and heading that way To a mother so feeble and grey Where she waits there alone in our Heaven called home By the window she's watching for me. Soon my sorrows and troubles will end Where all nature is blooming so fair And I'll rest in the arms of the one that is true She' my rose from the garden of prayer...