In that dear old village churchyard
I can see a mossy ground
That is where my mother's sleeping
In the cold and silent ground
I was young but I remember
When the night my mother died
There I saw her spirit fading
When she called me to her side
Saying Darlin I must leave you
Angels voices guide you home
Pray that we may meet in heaven
When your mother's dead and gone
Oft I wander to the churchyard
Flowers to plant with tender care
On the grave of my dear mother
Darkness finds me weeping there