Rosewood Casket
Ive a little rosewood casket sitting
on the marble stand tis a
package of old letters written by
my sweet hearts hand
2nd
go and bring them to me mother
and sit down upon my bed lay
your head upon my pillow my
poor aching heart most dead
3rd
I will listen while you read them
and perhaps I’ll fall asleep fall
asleep and wake with jesus dearest –
mother do not weep
4th
When I’m dead and in my coffin I’ll
be crowded all around and my bed
will hollowed in some lonely church
yard ground
5th
He is coming thro [ ] the [ ]
mother met him [ ]
him I’ll forgive [ ]
[ ]’re no more.
6th
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