Mr Postman

(Verse 1)
Four fifteen AM, time to go,
Wind, rain, even snow.
Another walk, long and hard,
Mail to post, another card.

(Chorus)
Smiling faces at the doors,
One for you, that one’s yours.
My bag is empty, home at last,
Another day done so fast.

(Verse 2)
A postman, twenty-seven years in all,
God’s work, I’m standing tall.
A job so fine, I tow the line,
Nice to help, I feel just fine.

(Chorus)
Smiling faces at the doors,
One for you, that one’s yours.
My bag is empty, home at last,
Another day done so fast.

(Outro)
Four fifteen AM, time to go,
Wind, rain, even snow.