On a cold winter's eve as the snowflakes were falling

In a low humble cottage a poor mother lay

Although wracked with pain as she lay there contented

With her Savior, her Friend and peace with Him made



We will all meet again on that great Judgment morning

The books will be open, the roll will be called

Oh how sad it will be if forever we're parted

While some rise to Glory while others stand the Fall



Oh that mother of yours has gone o'er the river

And you promised you'd meet her while knelt by her bed

As the death sweat rolled off and fell down on her pillow

Oh, her mem'ry still lives although she is dead



You remember the kiss and the last words she uttered

Oh the arms that embraced you are with you no more

As you stand by her grave teardrops fall on her casket

And you vowed there to meet her on that happy shore