The Dying Mother 歌詞

On a cold winters eve as the snow flakes were falling In a low humble cottage an poor mother lay And although wrecked with pain she lay there contented With her savior her friend and peace with Him made We will all meet again on that great judgment morning The book will be opened the roll will be called Oh how sad it will be if forever were parted While some rise to glory and others stand to fall Oh that mother of yours has gone oe'r the river And you promised you'd meet her while knelt by her bed As the death sweat rolled off and fell down on her pillow Over memories she'll live although she is dead You remember the kiss and the last words she uttered Oh the arms that embraced you are with you no more As we stand by the grave tears drops fall on her passage And we vow there to meet her on that happy shore