I was standing by my window - on a cold and cloudy day,
When I saw the hearse come rollin' - for to take my mother away.
I told the undertaker, - "undertaker, please drive slow,
For this body you are haulin' - lord, I hate to see her go."
Well 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
Refr.:
Will the circle be unbroken? - by and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin' - in the sky Lord, in the sky.
I went back home, my home was lonesome - missed my mother she was gone.
All my brothers and sisters crying - in our home so sad and alone.
We sang the songs of childhood, - hymns of faith that made us strong,
Ones that our mother had taught us, - hear the angels sing along
Refr.:
Will the circle be unbroken? - by and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin' - in the sky Lord, in the sky.