I Was standing by my window on one cold
and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rowling, 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 in the sky.
Oh, I told the undertaker, undertaker please drive slow
For this body you are hauling, Lord, I hate to see her go.
I will follow close behind her, try to hold up
And be brave;
But I could not hide my sorrow when they
Laid her in her grave