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
