A Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29 Lyrics

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