Lyrics

Seven

One,                            

Nana, nana, nana      

Two                          

Nana, nana, nana              

Three

Nana, nana, nana            

Four

Nana, nana, nana

Five                                                                            

Nana, nana, nana                                                        

Six                                                                         

Nana, nana, nana                                                            

Seven

 

She prays for hours everyday        

So many times

She's tried to teach me how to pray     

Handing me words printed on a card               

Urges me to pray real hard           

 

To St. Anthony for something missing           

Jesus, for peace and justice kissing

St. Jude for causes lost

Meaning me                         

For children, the Virgin Mary   

                                                                               

She keeps her prayers in a box on the shelf            

I've never heard her pray for herself

                                                                              

Nana, nana, nana

                                                                                                            

This time she told me that if one prays            

To St. Theresa for seven days

St. Theresa would send a rose

At least, that's how the old story goes

 

She told me how

She prayed for seven days

For me, she said

Like she always prays

And on the seventh day

The minister's wife came by

Handed her a rose

She began to cry

 

And the minister's wife said "Why?"

 

One

Oh I pray for my grandson

Two

Keep him always close to you

Three

Keep him always close to me

Four

I'm gonna pray more and more

Five

Keep that boy alive

Six

Keep him from the devil's tricks

Seven

And keep him a sweet place in heaven

 

She, oh no she, she could not speak

The tears just ran on down her cheek

She sobbed, I prayed so hard this week

And now you hand me a pink, pink rose

Oh God, in heaven, St. Theresa knows

She knows, she knows, she knows

 

“I knew,” she said, squeezing the lady's hand

“I knew that heaven would understand”

The minister's wife, she cried then too

She told me "Boy, we cried for you"

 

Nana, nana, nana

 

She tells me miracles happen each and every day

To those who pray and pray and pray

She squeezes my right hand

She tells me one day I will understand

Well, that may be, that may be

I'll just have to wait and see

And in the meantime she

Keeps praying for me

 

Nana, nana, nana

 

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP