In a little rosewood casket
Resting on the parlor stand
There's a package of love letters
Written by a cherished hand
Wil you go and bring them sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but could not
For the tears would blind my eyes
When I'm dead and in my casket
Should I gently fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in heaven
Dearest sister do not weep