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 pa**ed 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...