The Postman - David Baerwald

It’s only the postman

There’s no need to be alarmed

He’s just delivering the post, ma’am

He don’t mean me any harm

And understand that come rain and snow

He is always on the go Even death can never slow

The postman

Through hurricane winds and high tides

He is always by my side

I have never learned to hide

From the postman

I sing my song, I sing my song

I sing my brave little song

I sing my song to the postman

To the postman…

Tuxedos and guns, sir

Become the symbols of a time

And rivers of blood, sir

In a sunny foreign clime

We keep it with lies and lies

We embrace what we despise

Servants in the rise

Of the postman

And we understand that love and hate

Are old-fashioned and obsolete

Mere voices on the street

To the postman

I sing my song, I sing my song

I sing my brave little song

I sing my song to the postman

To the postman…

Society, it’s like any animal

It’s gotta live

It’s gotta eat

There’s some good things about war

There’s just too many people in the world…

Postman