"Dear Warden," wrote a mother,
"How much longer must I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me?"
She little knew the angels had unlocked the prison gate
And the one she loved had already been set free
The Warden read the letter, and then he sadly cried
As with these words a-followin', he replied:
"There's a little box of pine on the 7:29
Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold.
For a pardon from above has returned the one you loved
It is the saddest story ever has been told
For he's takin' his last ride, nevermore this world to roam
On his face there is a smile, he knows he's goin' home
There's a little box of pine on the 7:29
Bringin' back a lost sheep to the fold
The church was filled with music as the sermon did begin
His broken-hearted folks were gathered there
The preacher told the story of a boy who followed sin
The heavy load his loved ones had to bear
When he had preached his sermon, the organ softly played
As on their knees the congregation prayed
There's a little box of pine on the 7:29
Bringin' back a lost sheep to the fold
For a pardon from above has returned the one you love
It is the saddest story ever has been told