| I was standing by my window
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| On a cold and cloudy day
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| When I saw the hearse come a-rolling
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| Oh, to carry my mother away
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, Lord, by and by?
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| There’s a better home awaiting
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| In the sky, Lord, in the sky
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| Well, I told the undertaker
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| «Undertaker, please drive slow
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| For this lady but you’re holding
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| Oh, I hate to see her go»
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| I’m gonna follow close behind her
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| Try and hold up and be brave
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| But I could not hold my sorrow
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| When they laid her in the grave
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, Lord, by and by?
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| There’s a better, surely better home awaiting
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| In the sky, Lord, in the sky |