The Little Rosewood Casket - Marty Robbins

There’s a little Rosewood casket

Settin' on a marble stand

There’s a package of love letters

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