There's a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There's a package of old letters
Written by loved one's handGo and bring them to me, brother
Come and sit upon my bed
Lay your head upon my pillow
While each cherished line is readRead them gently to me, brother
Read them til I fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in Heaven
Oh dear brother, do not weepLast night I saw him walking
With a lady by his side
And I thought I heard him tell her
She could never be his brideWhen at last I'm gone forever
And my friends are gathered 'round
When my narrow grave is ready
In some lonesome church yard groundThere's a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There's a package of old letters
Written by loved one's hand
Songwriters
Damien JuradoPublished by
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