Lyrics:

Not 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 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 for 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 a right hand of God at a table of gold

There's somebody missing for 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