Will the Circle Be Unbroken? Songtext
von Bob Dylan

I was standing at my window
One cold and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come rolling
For to take my mother away


Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There′s a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky

And I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they lowered her in her grave

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky