Started rubbin' my eyes

when I heard the birds talk

Hey mister sleep you're gonna

have to take 'walk

But nothing has 's much pow'r to

make me rise as the post man

Bringin' a mornin' surprise



Here he comes

Here he comes

Too much I've got a letter

I'd better get out of bed

I said



Then I pulled the covers right

up to my nose

I thought well the letter

might be for Rose

Her mother she writes very regularly

Mister Postman have you got

a letter for me



Mr. Heron, yes I have yes I have

Too much I've got a letter

I said with some joy

It came from Maria, Chicago, Illinois



And I never have met her but she sounds sweet

like a flower

Grown on a rubbish heap

She's got a lot of things 'round her

She's gotta work out

But she's gonna make it

and I have no doubt



Maria, the plane that brought your letter must have

felt a little bit lighter

The air hostess must've felt brighter bringing your letter over the sea

And the pilot was your Orpheus

singing a song for you

Maria I'm singin'

Hear me singin' I'll be your Orpheus too



By the time you hear this song your

troubles will be gone

And you'll be left with what's shinin'

through your letter you (repeat)