J ust a l ittle box all covered with b lossoms white as snow
C hinese red and m ade of brass that he g ave her long ag o
Like the r ed dirt Oklahoma hills and the s pringtime flowering trees
That she k ept with all the love they shared ins ide her memor ies
She g ot it from her captain when he s ailed around the h orn
B ringing gifts from C hina to their O klahoma home
There were f ancy silks and carved wood chests from the p laces he had gone
She kept them a ll until she died but this w as her favourite o ne
Just a l ittle box all covered with b lossoms white as snow
C hinese red and m ade of brass that he g ave her long ag o
Like the r ed dirt Oklahoma hills and the s pringtime flowering trees
That she k ept with all the love they shared ins ide her memor ies
And she k ept it on her dresser filled with g old and silver r ings
N ecklaces of t urquoise b eads and other things
It f illed her heart with the mystery and the m agic of the day
When he g ave it to her for her own in his q uiet loving w ay
Ten y ears they spent together he'd come h ome and then he'd l eave
O ne day while she w aited he disappeared at sea
N o one knew how she called his name to the s ilent rocks and stones
Or how she'd s it and hold that little box so she w ould not feel al one
Just a l ittle box all covered with b lossoms white as snow
C hinese red and m ade of brass that he g ave her long ag o
Like the r ed dirt Oklahoma hills and the s pringtime flowering trees
That she k ept with all the love they shared ins ide her memor ies
Instrumental :
No she n ever was a dancer or w rote a fancy l ine
The t reasures of her l ife were the things she left behind
They b uried her without them where the p rairie grasses grow
In C hina or a woman's heart there are p laces no one k nows
Just a l ittle box all covered with b lossoms white as snow
C hinese red and m ade of brass that he g ave her long ag o
Like the r ed dirt Oklahoma hills and the s pringtime flowering trees
That she k ept with all the love they shared ins ide her memor ies
They buried her without them where the p rairie grasses grow
In C hina or a woman's heart there are p laces no one k nows
