1 I grieved my Lord from day to day,
I scorned His love so full and free,
And tho' I wandered far away,
My mother’s pray'rs have followed me.

Chorus:
I’m coming home, I’m coming home,
To live my wasted life anew,
For mother’s pray'rs have followed me,
Have followed me the whole world thro'.

2 O’er desert wild, o’er mountain high,
A wanderer I chose to be,
A wretched soul, condemned to die,
Still mother’s pray'rs have followed me. [Chorus]

3 He turned my darkness into light,
This blessed Christ of Calvary,
I’ll praise His Name both day and night,
That mother’s pray'rs have followed me. [Chorus]