Lyrics:

A long ago in a heat of the summer
I must sat down for meal she'd prepare
None of us thought of it being the last one
We just thought mama would always be here
The fall of the year came in without mama
We finally got news to her being gone
I believe my goin' she's still watchin' o'er us
And by the grace of God we'll be with her for long
There's somebody missing for ma in her table
Someone'd amen at the end of the prayer
The family's together 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 cold winds don't blow
Now mama will sit with all of the angels
At a right hand of God at a table of gold
There's somebody missing for ma in her table...
No it don't seem like Sunday without mama here