Friday, June 09, 2006

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
By and by, lord, by and by
There’s a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

I said to that undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There’s a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

Oh, 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

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There’s a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

I went back home, my home was lonesome
Missed my mother, she was gone
All of my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so sad and lone

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There’s a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

traditional, in the manner of the Carter family

By Professor Batty



2 Comments:

Blogger Born Too Late said...

My deepest sympathies to the Weaver. Like the olest sister says, "Nobody is ever ready to be orphaned". It really doesn't matter how old they are, it is always painful to lose the one that brought you....


Blogger Lady of the lake said...

Professor, please give my condolances to the Weaver. My thoughts and wishes go out to all of you.

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