I was standin' by my window yesterday morningWithout a thought of worry or of careWhen I saw the postman comin' up the pathwayWith such a happy face and jolly air.He rang the bell and whistled as he waitedThen he said; "Good morning to you, Jack"But he little knew the sorrow he had brought meWhen he handed me a letter edged in black.With trembling hand I took this letter from himI broke the seal and this is what it said:"Come home my boy, your dear old father wants youCome home my boy, your dear old mother's dead."I bowed my head in sorrow and in sadnessThe sunshine of my life, it all had fledWhen the post man brought that letter yesterday morning"Saying come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead.""The last words your mother ever utteredTell my boy I want him to come backMy eyes are blurred, my poor old heart is breakingSo, I'm writing you this letter edged in black.""Forget those angry words that we had spokenYou know I didn't mean them, don't you, JackMay the angels bear as witness, I am askingYour forgiveness in this letter edged in black."
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