I was standing at my window one cold and cloudy day and I saw the hearse come rolling for to take 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. I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave. But I could not hide my sorrow when they lowered her in her grave. 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.