Из альбома: Playing With Fire
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rollin'
For to take my mother away.
May the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky lord, in the sky.
I told the undertaker:
"undertaker, please drive slow,
Cause that lady that you're haulin'
Lord, I hate to see her go".
May the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky lord, in the sky.
Well I followed close behind her,
Tried to hold my head and be brave,
But I could not hold my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
May the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky lord, in the sky.