I was standing by my window yesterday morningWithout a thought of worry or regretWhen I saw the postman coming down the pathwayHe was bringin' me a letter edged in black
Well, He rang the bell and he whistled while he waitedAnd then he said "good morning to you Jack"But he never knew the sorrow that he brought meWhen he handed me that letter edged in black
With trembling hand I took the letter from himI broke the seal and this is what it said:"Come home, my boy, your dear old father want youCome home, my boy, your dear old mother's dead"
"The last words that your mother's ever utteredWas, 'Tell my boy I want him to come back'My eyes are doomed my poor old heart is breakingAnd I'm writing you this letter edged in black"
I belt my reading sorrow and in silenceThe sunshine of my life, it all has fledSince the postman brought that letter yesterday morningSaying: "come home, my boy, your poor mother's dead"
"Thosing andry words I wish I'd never spokenYou know I never mean them don't you JackMay the angels bear me witness I am askingYour forgiveness in this letter edged in black"