Words & Music by C.E. "Hank" Snow      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.