In a little G7 Rosewood C casket
In the hall up-{G7} on a C stand
There's a package of F old love C letters
Written G7 by a true love's C hand.
Won't you go and get them, sister
Read them o'er to me tonight
I have tried so hard to read them
But the tears, they blind my sight.
Place his letters and his picture
Both together by my heart
With a little ring he gave me
>From my finger ne'er shall part.
When I'm dead and in my casket
And deep in my grave I live
I want to be there close beside him
When they lay me down to die.