I left my old home way back in the mountains Since mother and father had both passed away We followed our mother up to the graveyard For mother was called to heaven that day
Mother's not dead, she's only a-sleepin' Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come The birds will be singing while Mother lies sleeping They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away
Oh how we miss her around the old home place Everything seems so lonesome since she's gone away Mother is sleeping way back the mountains Yes, mother is sleeping way back in the hills...