(Traditional)

I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my sister 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

I will follow close behind her
Try to hold on and be brave
But I can not hide my sorrow
When they lay her in her grave

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