There's a little rosewood casket That is resting on the stand There's a package of old letters Written by my loved one's hand
Go and bring them to me, brother Come and sit upon my bed Lay your head upon my pillow While each cherished line is read
Read them gently to me, brother Read them 'til I fall asleep For the sleep to wake in heaven Oh dear brother do not weep
Last night I saw him walking With a lady by his side And I thought I heard him tell her She could never be his bride
When at last I'm gone forever And my friends are gathered round And my narrow grave is ready In some lonesome church yard ground
There's a little rosewood casket That is resting on the stand There's a package of old letters Written by my loved one's handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
