Fallen Apostles
Mystic
Cowboys
When
I think of real prayer
The
vision that I see
Is
my mother’s hands
Working
through a rosary
When
I was a third grade boy
Mother
made me a fur coat
I
wanted to be like all the other kids
I
guess like all them other boys and girls
The
old nun at school said my mom had worked magic
Real
magic
Love
and magic
Oh
that’s what the old nun said
So
when I think of real prayer
The
vision I see
Is
my mother’s hands
Working
through a rosary
When
I think of real prayer
The
only vision that I see
Is
my mother’s hands
Working
through a rosary