I was standing by my window yester morning Without a thought of worry or of care When I saw the Postman coming down the pathway With such a happy smile and jaunty air Oh he rang the bell and 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 
Chorus As I heard the postman whistling yester morning Coming down the pathway with his pack Oh he little knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me a letter edged in black 
Then 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 mother dear is dead Oh your mother’s words, the last she ever uttered Were, "tell my boy I want him to come back!" My eyes are blurred, my poor old heart is breaking While I’m writing you this letter edged in black 
Oh I bow my head in sadness and in sorrow The sunlight of my life it now has fled Since the postman brought that letter yester morning Saying "come my boy, your mother dear is dead." Oh it said, "forgive the angry words ’twere spoken You know I never meant them don’t you, Jack Oh the angels bear me witness I am asking Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black." 
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