Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping

   Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come

   The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping

   They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away



Well I left my old home way back in the mountains

For mother and father had both passed away

We followed our mother up to the graveyard

For mother was called to heaven that day



Oh how we miss her around the old home place

Everything seems so lonesome since she went away

Mother is sleeping way back the mountains

Yes mother is sleeping way back in the hills