| I was standing by the window |
| On one cold and cloudy day |
| And I saw that hearse come rolling |
| For to carry my mother away |
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| Well, I told that undertaker |
| "Undertaker, please drive slow |
| For that body you are hauling |
| Lord, I hate to see her go" |
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| 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 |
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| I thought I'd follow close behind her |
| Tried to hold up and be brave |
| But I could not hide my sorrow |
| When they laid her in that grave |
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| 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 |
| In the sky, Lord, in the sky |
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