Here's a version by Roscoe Holcomb from the DT:

VILLAGE CHURCHYARD
From Roscoe Holcomb's "The High Lonesome Sound". It states that the hymn is from "The Old Baptist Songbook"

In a dear old village churchyard
I can see a mossy mound
That is where my mother's sleeping
In the cold and silent ground

There in a weeping willow
Sweet little bird to sing at dawn
It's I've no one left to love me
Since my mother's dead and gone

I was young but I remember
Well the night my mother died
There I saw her spirit fading
When she called me to her side

Saying darling I must leave you
And God's voice to lead you on
Pray that we may meet in heaven
Where your mother's dead and gone

Oft I've wandered to the churchyard
Flowers to plant with tender care
On the grave of my dear mother
Darkness finds me weeping there

Looking at the stars above me
Waiting for the early dawn
There by mother I'll be buried
And no more be left alone