Can the circle be unbroken,
by and by, Lord, by and by.
There's a better home awaiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky.
I was standing by the window
on one cold and cloudy day,
when I saw the hearse come rolling
for to carry my mother away.
Lord, I told the undertaker:
"Undertaker, please drive slow,
for this body you are hauling,
Lord, I hate to see her go."
For I followed close behind her,
tried to cheer up and be brave,
but my sorrows I could not hide them,
when they laid her in the grave.
4. Went back home, Lord,
my home was lonesome,
since my mother she was gone.
All my brothers and sisters crying,
what a home, so sad and lone.