Traditional, arranged by Avie Lee Parton
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 handSafe in the night
When people look but can not see
Pale in the light
That shines above onto the street
I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I turn my head away in shame
Wishin' they'd talk in the worthless--
Quaint and reserved
The house that knows you in detail
Slender and curved
You come down stairs to get your mail
I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I feel my thinking rearrange
As slowly every thought will change
Summer has gone
October fled without a word
Winter is on
My conscience has remained uncured
I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I rush my fingers through my hair
Telling myself that it is not fair
I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I rush my fingers through my hair
Telling myself that it is not fair