Lucy Spraggan - The Postman
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They married in June one afternoon in
A church down by their home
She wore the ring his mother gave him
The day that he left home
They danced before their families and
They held each other close
And on that lovely night in June
Oh he loved her so

The war took him to Paris
One year since they had wed
He packed envelopes and cigarettes
Ink and his fountain pen
He said, "I will send you letters
Each week that I am gone
And I promise you'll feel better
When the postman comes"

The war had passed on slowly and
His boots had lost their tread
But still he wrote his letters, this
Week this one had said
"You are always with me even
When I feel alone
And this rifle bears a burden and
It's heavy on my soul
But you won't have to miss me
As once this war is won
We will be together when the postman comes"

She opens the door to a man with a telegram
A sad look on his face
She wipes away a single tear
As she hears him say
Something about the military, apologies
And the ministry and she fell, to the floor
She questioned him, said you've
Got this wrong
My husband's fast, my husband's strong
And I promise you'll know better
When the postman comes

If you've received this letter
It means the worst is done
I'm sorry and I love you
This isn't what I want
But you will find another
And I will understand
I just hope he loves you
More than any other can
I sent you all these letters and
For reasons there's just one
It is me you will remember
When the postman comes
When the postman comes