Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 122

I'm Gonna Sing Sing Sing Written by Hank Williams Sr., sung by Charlie Monroe  
  I'm Gonna Sing Sing Sing
In this world of sorrow, I've seen troubles and woe
When I get to glory, I'll see no more
For I know my prayers have not been in vain
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the Hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my blessed Savior's name
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

Sometimes I get so weary inside
Then I recall how my Jesus died
Up there I know, there'll be no more pain
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the Hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my blessed Savior's name
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

Up there no tears will blind my eyes
As I'll walk along by my Jesus' side
I'll meet my loved ones all once again
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the Hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my blessed Savior's name
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the Hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my blessed Savior's name
When I get to glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 36

Mothers not Dead
Written by Charlie Monroe, sung by Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys (w/ Keith Whitley)




  Mothers not Dead     Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping
Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come
The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping
They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away

Well I left my old home way back in the mountains
Since mother and father had both passed away
We followed our mother way up to the graveyard
For mother was called to heaven that day

Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping
Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come
The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping
They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away

Oh how we miss her around the old home place
Everything seems so lonesome since she gone away
Mother is sleeping way back the mountains
Yes mother is sleeping way back in the hills

Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping
Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come
The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping
They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away   HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY