Will the cir- cle be un- bro- ken by and by, Lord by and by. There's a bet- ter home a' wait- ing in the sky, Lord In the sky i was stand- ing by the win- dow on a cold and clou- dy day, when I saw that hearse come rol- ling for to carry my moth- er a- way I will fol- low close be- hind her, try to hold up and be brave; But I could not hide my sow- row when they laid her in the grave.