Started rubbin' my eyes
When I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you're gonna
Have to take 'walk
But nothing has much power to
Make me rise as the post man
Bringin' a mornin' surprise
(Here he comes! You better believe it, here he comes!)

Too much I've got a letter
I'd better get out of bed
That’s what 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

“Er, Mr. Heron, yes I have!” Says “It’s right here, 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 growin’ 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
(neither has she! Oh no, not Marie, not real!)

Maria, the plane that brought your letter
Must have felt a little bit lighter
And 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