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I was standin' by my window yesterday morning |
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Without a thought of worry or of care |
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When I saw the postman comin' up the pathway |
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With such a happy face and jolly air. |
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He rang the bell and whistled as he waited |
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Then he said; "Good morning to you, Jack" |
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But he little knew the sorrow he had brought me |
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When he handed me a letter edged in black. |
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With trembling hand I took this letter from him |
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I broke the seal and this is what it said: |
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"Come home my boy, your dear old father wants you |
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Come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead." |
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I bowed my head in sorrow and in sadness |
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The sunshine of my life, it all had fled |
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When the post man brought that letter yesterday morning |
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"Saying come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead." |
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"The last words your mother ever uttered |
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Tell my boy I want him to come back |
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My eyes are blurred, my poor old heart is breaking |
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So, I'm writing you this letter edged in black." |
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"Forget those angry words that we had spoken |
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You know I didn't mean them, don't you, Jack |
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May the angels bear as witness, I am asking |
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Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black." |
