كلمات The Little Rosewood Casket

There's a little Rosewood casket Settin' on a marble stand There's a package of love letters Written by my true love's hand Go and bring them to me, brother Come and set upon my bed Lay your head upon my pillow While my aching heart grows dead. 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 Sunday I saw her walking With a gentleman by her side And I thought I heard him tell her She was soon to be his bride. When I'm dead and in my coffin And my friends have gathered 'round And my narrow grave is ready In some lonesome churchyard ground. There's a little Rosewood casket Settin' on a marble stand There's a package of love letters Written by my true love's hand.