Sung by Helen Fultz Mayfield, Ark.
Reel 407, Item 1
Letter Edged in Black
I was standing by my window yesterday morning Without a thought of sorrow or a care,
But I saw the postman ooming up the pathway With such a jaunty look and jolly air.
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.
With trembling hands I took the letter from him,
I broke the seal and this is what I read;
"Come home my boy, your dear old father wants you,
Come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead.
The last words that your mother ever uttered Tell my boy I want him to come back,
My eyes are blind, my poor old heart is breaking,
While I'm writing you this letter edged in black.
"These angry words I wish I'd never spoken,
You knew I didnot mean them, don't you Jack?
May the angels bear me witness I am sking Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black."
I bowed my head in sadness and in sorrow
To me the sun of life no longer shines
Since the postman brought the letter yesterday morning,
Saying come home my dear old boy, you're mother's dead.
Collected by Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
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