A Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29 — текст песни (Hank Snow)

A Mother wrote a letter asking how much longer must I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me
For my eyes are growing dim and I`m longing for my Jim
Please hurry up and let my boy go free.

The warden read the letter and a tear fell from his eye
Sitting down he wrote her this reply
There`s a little box of pine on the 7:29 bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
There`s a valley filled with tears as the train of sorrow nears
The night is dark and the world is growing cold

There he`s taking his last ride
Down the trail no more he`ll roam
On his face there is a smile
He know he`s going home

The church was filled with people as the organ softly played
On their knees the congregation prayed
As they softly sang a hymn for poor widow`s Jim
For he`s happy for he`s going home to stay