| The church doors opened one Sunday in a little country town
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| The people all were silent in the rain that misted down
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| And an old gray-haired granddad his shoulders stooped with pain
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| Was holdin' fast a little boy who kept cryin' in the rain
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| And in the dim candlelight within a casket lay so still
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| That soon would lie beneath the earth up at the top of the hill
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| The little boy kept askin' in a low and plaintive tone
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| What’s wrong with mommy grandpa won’t she be comin' home
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| It’s awful lonesome grandpa since daddy went away
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| And mommy’s all the reason why I’m happy every day
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| Wouldn’t she feel better grandpa if I layed down by her side
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| The old man turned and faced him and with these words replied
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| Mother went a walkin' son away up in the sky
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| Along the brook that winds among the stars up there on high
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| And down the valley where the sun goes home at night to sleep
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| Mother went a walkin' son she wouldn’t want us to weep
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| The boy didn’t seem to understand just where his mom had gone
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| He couldn’t realize that now she wouldn’t be comin' home
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| He saw the rain on grandpa’s face he didn’t know he cried
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| And of course he couldn’t hear the words that grandpa said inside
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| Mother went a walkin' son up yonder in the sky
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| And all that we can do down here son is bow our heads and cry
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| She’s gone to meet your daddy son and take him by the hand
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| Yes mother went a walkin' son in God’s great meadowland |