Rosewood Casket

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