They married in June one afternoon in a church down by their home She wore the ring his mother gave him the day that he left home They danced before their families and they held each other close And on that lovely night in June, oh he loved her so
The war took him to Paris one year since they had wed He packed envelopes and cigarettes, ink and his fountain pen He said I will send you letters, each week that I am gone And I promise you'll feel better, when the postman comes
The months had past on slowly and his boots had lost their tread But still he wrote his letters this week this one had said: You are always with me even when I feel alone And this rifle bears a burden and its heavy on my soul But you won’t have to miss me as once this war is won We will be together, when the postman comes
She opens the door to a man with a telegram A sad look on his face She wipes away a single tear and she hears him say Something about the military apologies in the ministry And she fell, to the floor She questioned him said you've got this wrong My husbands fast, my husbands strong And I promise you'll know better, when the postman comes
If you've received this letter it means the worst is done I'm sorry and I love you, this isn't what I want You will find another and I will understand I just hope he loves you more than any other can I sent you all these letters and for reasons there's just one It is me you will remember.. when the postman comesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
