I was standing by my willow, on a cold and cloudy day,When I saw the first growing, hard to carry my heart away.Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by?There's a better home awaiting, in the sky, Lord, in the sky.Well, I told thee, undertaker, undertaker, please die slow,For the mighty you are holding, on a head to see her go.Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by?There's a better home awaiting, in the sky, Lord, in the sky.Well, I followed those behind them, trying to hold a candle bright,But I could not hide the sorrow, when they laid her in the ground.Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by?There's a better home awaiting, in the sky, Lord, in the sky.I went back home, Lord, home so lonesome, since my mother, she was gone.And all my brothers and sisters crying, all are home so sad and gone.Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by?There's a better home awaiting, in the sky, Lord, in the sky.Thank you.