Rufus Buck's Dream (Thierry Magnière) In the year of eighteen ninety six A man was waiting for his dying day he went down a sinned wrong way Now the jail was the end of his fix The last prayer he wrote it Behind his parent's portrait Rufus Buck must pay The letter would stay "Well I dreamt I was in heaven Alone among the angel's fair I'd hear, seen none no handsome That twine in golden hair They looked so neat and sang so sweet And played as well the golden harp I was about to pick an angel out And take her to my heart But the moment I began to plea I thought of you, you my love There was none I'd seen so beautiful On Earth or Heaven above Goodbye my dear wife, my mother too Also my sisters, remember me." The law was blotting out the harm Peace could be back here in Fort Smith As the July sun rose so warm The last prayer he wrote it Behind his parent's portrait Rufus Buck still hangin' Now the letter still livin'