Текст песни Hank Snow - A Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29
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A Mother wrote a letter asking how much longer must I waitBefore you send my boy back home to meFor my eyes are growing dim and I`m longing for my JimPlease hurry up and let my boy go free.The warden read the letter and a tear fell from his eyeSitting down he wrote her this replyThere`s a little box of pine on the 7:29 bringing back a lost sheep to the foldThere`s a valley filled with tears as the train of sorrow nearsThe night is dark and the world is growing coldThere he`s taking his last rideDown the trail no more he`ll roamOn his face there is a smileHe know he`s going homeThe church was filled with people as the organ softly playedOn their knees the congregation prayedAs they softly sang a hymn for poor widow`s JimFor he`s happy for he`s going home to stay