I was standing by my window yesterday morning Without a thought a worry or of care When I saw the postman coming down the pathway With such a happy smile and jolly air He rang the bell and he whistled while he waited And then he said good morning to you Jack But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me a letter edged in black With trembling hands I took the letter from him I broke the seal and this is what it said Come home my boy your poor old father wants you Come home my boy your dear old mother's dead Your mother's last words she ever uttered Was tell my boy I want him to come back Oh my eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking While I'm writing you this letter edged in black Those angry words I wish I'd never spoken You know I did not mean them don't you Jack May the angels bear me witness I am asking Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black I can see the postman whistling every morning Coming down the pathway with his pack But he never knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me a letter edged in blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
