We Are Coming, Sister Mary

On a stormy night in winter, When the winds blew cold and wet, I heard some strains of music That I never can forget. I was sleeping in the cabin, Where liv'd Mary fair and young, When a light shone in the window, And a band of singers sung. We are coming sister Mary, We are coming bye and bye, Be ready sister Mary, For the time is drawing nigh. I tried to tell my Mary, But my tongue would not obey, When the song so strange had ended, And the singers flown away, As I watch'd I heard a rustling, Like the rustling of a wing, And beside my Mary's pillow Very soon I heard them sing. Then again I called my Mary, But my sorrow was complete For I found her heart of kindness Had forever ceas'd to beat And I still am very lonely From summer round to spring And I oft in midnight slumber Think I hear the same ones sing.