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.