Dear Warden wrote a mother, how much longer must I wait
Before you send my boy home to me
She didn't know the angels had unlocked the prison gates
The one she loved at last had been set free
The Warden read the letter and then he softly cried
As with these words the sorrow he replied
There's little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
A bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
For a pardon from above has returned the one you loved
A sadder story never has been told
Tho' he's taking his last ride never more this world to roam
On his face there is a smile for he knows he's going home
There's a little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
A bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
The church was filled with loved ones as the service did begin
His broken hearted mom and dad were there
The preacher told the story what a good boy he had been
For one mistake, the price is so unfair
He oft sang in the choir while the organ softly played
And in this very church he always prayed
Now in the valley there are tears after all these lonely years
The black sheep has been sent back to the fold
For a pardon from above has returned the one you love
A sadder story never has been told
* Refrain
