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

Gently weeps that weeping willow,
Sweet little birds to sing at dawn.
I have 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
Angel voices guide you on.
Pray that we may meet in heaven,
Where your mother's dead and gone."

Oft I wander to the churchyard,
Flowers to plant with tender care.
On the grave of my dear mother
Darkness finds me weeping there.

Well, looking at the stars above me,
Waiting for the early dawn,
There by Mother I'll be buried
And no more be left alone.


from Survey of Traditional Music, Vol. 3: Songs of Melancholy and Sorrow, released August 7, 2023
Recorded by Mark Wilson, Cambridge, MA, 11/18/72.


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