The Letter Edged in Black

I was standin' by my window yesterday morning Without a thought of sorrow or of care When I saw the postman comin' up the pathway With such a smiling face and jolly air. He rang the bell and whistled as he waited Then he said; "Good morning to you, Jack" But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me a letter edged in black. With trembling hands I took the letter from him I open it and sifted what it said: "Come home my boy, your dear old daddy wants you Come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead." --- Instrumental --- "The last words your mother ever uttered Tell my boy I want him to come back My eyes are blurred, my poor old heart is breaking As, I write to you this letter edged in black."