I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
for to carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
there's better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
for to carry my mother away
Lord, I told that undertaker,
"Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body you are hauling
Lord, I hate to see her go".
Then I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
Went back home, Lord, my home was lonely
Now my mother she has gone
All my brothers, sisters crying
What a home, so sad and lone.
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