Started rubbin' my eyes   when I heard the birds talk   Hey mister sleep you're gonna   have to take 'walk   But nothing has 's much pow'r to   make me rise as the post man   Bringin' a mornin' surprise      Here he comes   Here he comes   Too much I've got a letter   I'd better get out of bed   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      Mr. Heron, yes I have 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   Grown 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      Maria, the plane that brought your letter must have   felt a little bit lighter   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 (repeat)