كلمات Rosewood Casket (traditional)

There's a little rosewood casket That is resting on a stand There's a package of old letters Written by 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 Fall asleep 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 When my narrow grave is ready In some lonesome church yard ground There's a little rosewood casket That is resting on a stand There's a package of old letters Written by loved one's hand