Memories of Mother and Dad - Bill Monroe

Mother left this world of sorrow

Our home was silent and so sad

Dad took sick and had to leave us

I have no home No mother nor dad

There’s a little lonesome grave yard

On these tomestones it did say

On mother’s «gone but not forgotten»

On dad’s «we'll meet again someday»

I often go out to the graveyard

Where they laided them down to rest

I can almost hear them whisper

Trust in god He’ll do the rest

Their souls have gone up to heaven

Where they’ll dwell with god above

Where they’ll meet there friends and loved ones

And share with all his precious love