Collected by Patrick A. Todd Sung by Mrs. Helen Fultz
Mayfield, Arkansas Accompanying herself on guitar
Jan 1960 Reel 330, Item 9
"A LETTER EDGED IN BLACK"
1. I was standing by my window yesterday morning Without a thought of sorrow or of care
When I saw the postman coming up the pathway With such a jolly look and jaunty air
2. He rang the bell and whistled while he waited And then he said good morning to you Jack
But he little guessed the sorrow he had brought me As he handed me a letter edged in black
3. With trembling hands I took the letter from him I broke the seal and this is what it read Come home my boy your dear ole father wants you Come home my boy your dear ole mother's dead
4. The last words that your mother ever uttered Tell my boy I want him to come back My eyes are blurred my poor ole heart is breaking while I'm writing you this letter edged in black
5. Those angry words I wish I'd never spoke them You know I did not mean them don't you Jack May the angels bear me witness I am asking Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black
6. I bow my head in sadness and in sorrow For me the sun of life no longer shines Since the postman brought the letter yesterday morning saying come home your dear ole mother's dead
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