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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
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I was standing by my window |
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On a cold and cloudy day |
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When I saw the hearse come rollin |
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For to take my mother away. |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
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I told the undertaker: |
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Undertaker, please drive slow, |
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For this body you are haulin |
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Lord, I hate to see her go. |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
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Well I followed close behind her, |
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Tried to hold up and be brave, |
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But I could not hide my sorrow |
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When they laid her in the grave |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
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I went back home, my home was lonesome, |
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Missed my mother she was gone. |
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All my brothers and sisters crying |
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In our home so sad and alone. |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
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We sang the songs of childhood, |
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Hymns of faith that made us strong, |
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Ones that our mother had taught us, |
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Hear the angels sing along |
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Will the circle be unbroken? |
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By and by lord, by and by, |
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Theres a better home a-waitin |
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In the sky lord, in the sky. |
