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
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