| I was standing by my window
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| On one cold and cloudy day
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| When I saw that hearse come rolling
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| For to carry my mother away
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| Will the circle be unbroken
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| Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
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| There’s better home a-waiting
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| In the sky, Lord, in the sky
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| I was standing by my window
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| On one cold and cloudy day
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| When I saw that hearse come rolling
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| For to carry my mother away
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| Lord, I told that undertaker
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| «Undertaker, please drive slow
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| For this body you are hauling
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| Lord, I hate to see her go»
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| Then I followed close behind 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, Lord, my home was lonely
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| Now my mother she has gone
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| All my brothers, sisters crying
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| What a home, so sad and lone |