Rosewood Casket

(álbum: Ghost Of David - 2000)

There's a little rosewood casket
That is resting on the stand
There's a package of old letters
Written by my 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
For the sleep 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
And my narrow grave is ready
In some lonesome church yard ground

There's a little rosewood casket
That is resting on the stand
There's a package of old letters
Written by my loved one's hand