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There's a little rosewood casketThat is resting on a standThere's a package of old lettersWritten by loved one's handGo and bring them to me, brotherCome and sit upon my bedLay your head upon my pillowWhile each cherished line is readRead them gently to me, brotherRead them til I fall asleepFall asleep to wake in HeavenOh dear brother, do not weepLast night I saw him walkingWith a lady by his sideAnd I thought I heard him tell herShe could never be his brideWhen at last I'm gone foreverAnd my friends are gathered 'roundWhen my narrow grave is readyIn some lonesome church yard groundThere's a little rosewood casketThat is resting on a standThere's a package of old lettersWritten by loved one's hand Aus Songtexte Mania