Will The Circle Be Unbroken
(Willie Nelson, Traditional)
I was standing by my window, On a cold and
cloudy day. When I saw that hearse come rolling,
For to carry my mother away.
Will the circle be unbroken, By
and by, Lord, by and by? There's a
better home a-waiting, In the sky,
Lord, in the sky.
Lord, I told that undertaker, "Undertaker,
please drive slow. For the lady you are
carrying, Lord, I hate to see her go."
Lord, I followed close behind her, Tried to
hold up and be brave. But I could not hide my
sorrow, When they laid her in the grave.
Went back home, Lord, my home was
lonesome, Since my mother, she was gone. All
my brothers, sister cryin', What a home so sad