I was standing at my window
One cold and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come rolling
For to take my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky
And I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they lowered her in her grave
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky
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