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
