The Letter That Never Came (Charlie Poole) 
"Is there any mail for me?" Was the question that he asked Of the postman at the closing of the day But he turned away and sighed While a tear stood in his eye As he drooped his head and slowly walked away 
Was it from a gray-haired mother? Or a sister, or a brother? He waited all these many years in vain Oh, from early morning light He would wait ’til dark at night For the letter but, alas, it never came 
As he waited all these years Joy mingled with his tears His poor soul had faded out with the tide In his hand he held a note And those simple words he wrote "If the letter comes just place it by my side 
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