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