I was standing by my window,
On a 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 a better home a-waiting,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
Well, I told that undertaker,
Undertaker please drive slow,
For this body that you're hauling,
Lord, I hate to see her go.
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.
I went home, my home was lonely,
Now my mother she has gone,
All my brothers, sisters crying,
What a home so sad and alone.
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