The Dying Mother
Performed by the Carter Family and recorded For ARC in Chicago, Ill. in 1940.

On a cold winter's eve as the snowflakes were falling,
In a low humble cottage a poor mother lay;
Although wrecked with pain as she layed there contented,
With her Savior, her Friend and peace with Him made.

Ch. We will all meet again on that great Judgement morning,
The books will be open, the roll will be called;
Oh how sad it will be if forever we're parted,
While some rise to Glory while others stand the Fall.

Oh that mother of yours has gone o'er 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,
Oh, her mem'ry still lives 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 you stand by her grave teardrops fall on her casket,
And you vowed there to meet her on that happy shore.


Enjoy. More to come later.

John