you think I should be But you're makin' amends. Through your circle of friends. And you're tryin' to fit me to their mold Yes, you're makin' amends. Through your circle of friends. And you're tryin
I was standing by my window,. On one cold and cloudy day. When I saw that hearse come rolling. For to carry my mother away. Will the circle be unbroken. By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a
. And there was more to be sung. . My eyes danced a circle. Across her clear outline. With her head tilted sideways. She called me again. As the tune drifted out. She breathed hard through the echo