Hank Thompson - THE LITTLE ROSEWOOD CASKETIn a little rosewood casket
In the hall upon a tsand
There's a package of old love letters
Written by a true love's 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