I hear the low winds sweeping
Through every bush and tree
Where my dear mother's sleeping
Away from home and me

    Cold in the grave she's lying
    And sorrow shapes my brow
    She's gone from me to Heaven
    I have no mother now

I see the pale moon shining
On mother's white tombstone
With roses o'er entwining
They're just like me and her

    They're just me a weeping
    As sorrow shapes my brow
    She's gone from me to heaven
    I have no mother now

Sad was the hour of parting
In a voice so low and sweet
She said loved ones I'm dying
We must in Heaven meet

    Oh yes we'll meet dear mother   
    On that eternal shore
    And dwell as one in Heaven   
    Where [bad word] no more

    Oh yes we'll meet dear mother   
    On that eternal shore
    And dwell as one in Heaven   
    Where [bad word] no more.