I was standing by my front door
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come a-rolling
Oh, to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky

Boor a-toller and undertaker
Undertaker, please, a-slow
'Cause this lady that you're hauling
Oh I hate to see her go

I did follow close behind her
Trying to haul her bane with prayer
But I could not hold my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave.