The Postman Whistles Up the Hill

Lyrics

Down the lane at half past nine
The postman's whistling, right on time
His satchel full of paper dreams
Of birthday cards and love and bills

I wait behind the kitchen blind
With tea gone cold and half my mind
On one small card with seaside blue
That says a word or two from you

The postman whistles up the hill
And I stand still, and I stand still
Will there be a letter, will there be a line
Will there be a postcard saying you are mine
The postman whistles up the hill
My heart is racing, racing still
He tips his cap and walks on by
And I must wait another day

He stops! He pauses at my gate
Oh, can it be? Oh, was it fate?
A little square of sunlit sand
And your handwriting, in my hand

Wish you were here, it says, in ink
A smudge of sea, a coffee ring
I read it twice, and then once more
And hold it like a precious thing

The postman whistles up the hill
And I am dancing, dancing still
There was a letter, there was a line
There was a postcard saying you are mine
The postman whistles up the hill
And all my worry's melted still
He tips his cap and winks at me
And I am happy, as can be

Whistling up the hill
Whistling up the hill