Without Mama Here

Not long ago in the heat of the summer
Mama sat down for meals she prepared
None of us thought of it being her last one
We just thought mama would always be here

The fall of the year came
And went without mama
We finally got used to her being gone
I believe like always she's
Still watchin' o'er us
And by the grace of God we'll
Be with her fore long

There's somebody missing from
Our dinner table
Someone's amen at the end of the prayer
The family's all gathered on
Sunday as always but it don't seem like
Sunday without mama here

Now winter is with us
And mama's still walking
Where the sun's always shinin' and
The cold winds don't blow
Now mama will sit with all of the angels
At the right hand of God at a table of gold

There's somebody missing from
Our dinner table
Someone's amen at the end of the prayer
The family's all gathered on
Sunday as always but it don't seem like
Sunday without mama here
No it don't seem like
Sunday without mama here