| I was standing by the window
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| On one cold and cloudy day
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| And I saw the hearse come rolling
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| For to carry my mother away
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| Can the circle be unbroken
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| By and by, Lord, by and by There’s a better home a-waiting
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| In the sky, Lord, in the sky
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| Lord, I told the undertaker
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| Undertaker, please drive slow
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| For this body you are hauling
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| How I hate to see her go I followed close beside her
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| Tried to hold up and be brave
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| But I could not hide my sorrow
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| When they laid her in the grave
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| Went back home
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| Lord my home was lonesome
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| All my brothers sisters crying
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| What a home so sad and lone |