There's a little rosebud casket
sitting on a marble stand.
There's a package of love letters
written by my true lover's hand.
Go and bring them to me, sister.
Come and sit upon my bed.
Lay your head upon my pillow.
Then I'll hear every word he
Read them over to me, sister,
read them till I fall asleep,
fall asleep to wake with Je sus.
Oh dear sister do not weep,
sister go and tell him for me,
that I would have been his wife,
that in death I stronger love him
even then I couldn't lie.
Bid him not to weep, dear sister,
Even though we're torn apart.
He must learn to love another,
Time will ease the broken heart.
But if he never finds another,
Life is short and time is fleet,
Tell him that we'll meet in heaven
where our joy will be complete.
There's a little rosebud cascade
sitting on a marble stand.
There's a package of love letters
Written by our true lovers then
