TEXT: D A7 D D A7 D There's a little rosewood casket / Resting on a marble stand D G D A7 D With a package of love letters / Written by my true love's hand
Will you go and bring them, sister, / Will you read them o'er to me I have often tried but could not, / For through tears I could not see
Read each precious line so slowly, / That you may not miss a one For the precious hand that wrote them, / His last work for me is doneYou have got them now, dear sister / Come sit down upon my bed And press gently to your bosom / This poor throbbing, aching head
Tell him that I never blamed him / Not an unkind word was spoke Tell, oh tell him, sister, tell him / That my heart in coldness broke
Tell him that I never blamed him / Though to me he proved untrue Tell him that I'll ne'er forget him / Though I bid this world adieu
When I'm dead and in my coffin / And my shroud's around me bound And my narrow grave is ready / In the cold and silent ground
Place his letters and his locket / Close together o'er my heart And the little ring he gave me / From my finger never part
You have finished now, dear sister / Will you read them o'er again While I listen to you read them / I will lose all sign of pain
While I listen to you read them / I will gently fall asleep Fall asleep to wake with Jesus / Darling sister, do not weep.