The Decemberists
Four score years
living down in this rain swept town.
Sea salt tears
swimming round as the rain comes down.
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me
from my own true love,
lost at sea,
lost at sea.
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me
from my own true love,
lost at sea,
lost at sea.