The Letter — текст песни (The Incredible String Band)

Started rubbin` my eyes
when I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you`re gonna
have to take `walk
But nothing has `s much pow`r to
make me rise as the post man
Bringin` a mornin` surprise

Here he comes
Here he comes
Too much I`ve got a letter
I`d better get out of bed
I said

Then I pulled the covers right
up to my nose
I thought well the letter
might be for Rose
Her mother she writes very regularly
Mister Postman have you got
a letter for me

Mr. Heron, yes I have yes I have
Too much I`ve got a letter
I said with some joy
It came from Maria, Chicago, Illinois

And I never have met her but she sounds sweet
like a flower
Grown on a rubbish heap
She`s got a lot of things `round her
She`s gotta work out
But she`s gonna make it
and I have no doubt

Maria, the plane that brought your letter must have
felt a little bit lighter
The air hostess must`ve felt brighter bringing your letter over the sea
And the pilot was your Orpheus
singing a song for you
Maria I`m singin`
Hear me singin` I`ll be your Orpheus too

By the time you hear this song your
troubles will be gone
And you`ll be left with what`s shinin`
through your letter you (repeat)