There’s a little rosewood casket resting on a marble stand
And a package of old letters written by my sweetheart’s hand,
Go and bring them to me Brother, come and sit upon my bed,
While I listen to you read them, my poor aching heart’s most dead.
Read them gently ore to me brother, read them till I fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake with Jesus, Dearest brother do not weep.
I dreamed I saw him walking with a lady by his side,
And I thought I heart her tell him she could never be his bride.
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