I was standing by my window yesterday morning Without a thought of worry or of care When I saw the postman coming up the pathway With such a smiling face and jolly air He rang the doorbell and he whistled as he waited He smiled and said good morning to you Jack But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me As he handed me a letter edged in black Then with trembling hands I took the letter from him I opened it and this is what it said Come home my boy your dear old father needs you Come home my boy your dear old mother's dead Those words the last your mother ever uttered Were tell my boy I want him to come back My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking As I'm writing you this letter edged in black Then I bowed my head and in silence and in sorrow The sunshine in my life it all had left Since the postman brought that letter yesterday morning Saying come home my boy your dear old mother's dead Those harsh words I'm sorry they were never spoken You know I didn't mean them don't you Jack The angels bear me witness I am asking Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black