Bill MonroeMother's Only Sleeping

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 © 2019