[Sang]
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(Shall we gather at the river that flows by the throne of God)
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[Spoken]
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The church doors opened one Sunday in a little country town
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The people all were silent in the rain that misted down
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And an old gray-haired granddad his shoulders stooped with pain
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Was holdin' fast a little boy who kept cryin' in the rain.
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And in the dim candlelight within a casket lay so still
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That soon would lie beneath the earth up at the top of the hill
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The little boy kept askin' in a low and plaintive tone
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What's wrong with mommy grandpa won't she be comin' home?
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It's awful lonesome grandpa since daddy went away
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And mommy's all the reason why I'm happy every day
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Wouldn't she feel better grandpa if I layed down by her side
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The old man turned and faced him and with these words replied.
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Mother went a walkin' son, away up in the sky
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Along the brook that winds among the stars up there on high
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And down the valley where the sun goes home at night to sleep
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Mother went a walkin' son she wouldn't want us to weep.
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The boy didn't seem to understand just where his mom had gone
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He couldn't realize that now she wouldn't be comin' home
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He saw the rain on grandpa's face, he didn't know he cried
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And of course he couldn't hear the words that grandpa said inside.
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Mother went a walkin' son, up yonder in the sky
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And all that we can do down here son is bow our heads and cry
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She's gone to meet your daddy son and take him by the hand
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Yes, mother went a walkin' son in God's great meadowland...
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Mother Went A-Walkin'
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| Jim Reeves |
