The Postman's Knock Lyrics

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock.
What a wonderful man the postman is
As he hastens from door to door!
What medley of news his hands contain
For high, low, rich, and poor!
In many a face he joy can trace,
As many a grief he can see,
But the door is open to his loud rat-tat
And his swift delivery.
What a wonderful man the postman is
As he hastens from door to door!
What medley of news his hands contain
For high, low, rich, and poor!
In many's the face the joy he can trace,
In many's the grief he can see,
When you open the door to his loud rat-tat
And his quick delivery.
Chorus (twice after each verse):
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock.
Number One he presents with news of a birth,
With tidings of death, number Four,
At Thirteen a bill of terrible length
He drops through a hole in the door;
Now a cheque or an order for Fifteen he leaves
In Sixteen his presence to prove,
While Seventeen doth an acknowledgement get,
And Eighteen a letter of love.

Number One he presents with news of a birth,
With tidings of death, number Four,
And at Thirteen a bill of terrible length
He drops through a hole in the door;
Now a cheque or an order in Fifteen he leaves
In Sixteen his presence to prove,
While Seventeen doth an acknowledgement get,
And Eighteen a letter of love.
And the mail must get through
Whatever the hazards or odds
This low man of letters just peddles on through
Pursued by a pack of wild dogs
But ease and complaining whatever the trial
Or beating he never retreats
For you get a free bag and a hat with a badge
And it's better than walking the streets.