On a cold winters eve as the snowflakes were falling In a low humble cottage a poor mother lay Although wracked with pain as 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 books will be open, the roll will be called Oh how sad it will be if forever were parted While some rise to Glory while others stand the Fall Oh that mother of yours has gone oer the river And you promised youd meet her while knelt by her bed As the death sweat rolled off and fell down on her pillow Oh, her memry 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
meet, although, wracked, uttered, embraced