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

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
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
And 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

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
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

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman's knock