Little Rosewood Casket - Brett Young

There’s a little rosewood casket

Resting on a marble stand

With a packet of old love letters

Written by my true love’s hand

Go and bring them to me sister

Read them o’er for me tonight

I have often tried but I could not

For the tears that filled my eyes

When I’m dead and in my casket

When I gently fall asleep

Fall asleep to wake in heaven

Dearest sister do not weep

Take his letters and his locket

Place them gently on my heart

But this golden ring that he gave me From my finger never part

There’s a little rosewood casket

Resting on a marble stand

With a packet of old love letters

Written by my true love’s hand