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When they carried you into the parlor
Your wounds were the worst I'd seen
Cold as snow, your body trembled
Cradled in the arms of morphine

All the kinfolk cried out loud
"Good Shepherd, save this man"
But you whispered with icy breath
"It is not in His hands," and you said

"Heaven ain't ready for me yet"
And you looked at me
"Give me your heart and take a bet"
And you held my hand
"Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
I shall not slip away"

Mama said to me, "Daughter
You must nurse your cousin well"
So I cared for you through days and nights
But your fever, I did not quell

For weeks I watched you suffer pain
That no laudanum could ease
All I had left to do is pray
"Lord have mercy on him please", and you said

"Heaven ain't ready for me yet"
And you looked at me
"Give me your heart and take a bet"
And you held my hand
"Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
I shall not slip away"

Now winter's lights has cooled the air
At last your strength's returned
You talk to me of the life you spent
And of the life you've earned

You'll waste no time on vengeance
You've no wish to fight again
"To find peace," you say, "In God we trust
But little faith in man"

Heaven ain't ready for you yet, Jesse
I'll give you my heart and I'll take a bet, Jesse
Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
I shall not slip away

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