Collected by Iola Stone For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Iola Stone
Sung by Mrs. Susie Wasson Springdale, Arkansas July 25, 1959
Reel 283, Item 4
Mother is Gone
On a cold winter’s eve when the snow was falling fast,
In a small humble cottage, a poor Mother lay,
And though racked deep with pain, she lay there contented, With Christ as her friend and her peace with him made.
We shall all meet again on the Great Judgment Morning, The books will be open the roll will be called.
How sad it will be if forever were parted,
And shut out of heaven for not serving God.
That Mother of yours has crossed over death's river,
You promised you'd meet her as you knelt by her side.
As the death sweat fell from her and lay on her pillow, With a vow you would meet her as you walked slowly away.
You remember the kiss and the last word she uttered,
The arms that embraced you are smouldering away.
As you stood by her grave and dropped tears on her coffin, With a vow you would meet her as you turned slowly away.
My brother my sister, get ready to meet her,
The life that you now live is fast ebbing away.
But the life that's to come lasts forever and ever, Get ready to meet her on that great judgment day.
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