From my own true love (lost at sea)

The Decemberists
Música y Letra: Colin Meloy


Four score years living down in this rain swept town.
Sea salt tears swimming round as the rain comes down.

Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me,
from my own true love,
lost at sea,
lost at sea.

Hands hang low creasing the fabric of my wedding dress.
Does he lie below snagged in the fingers of a seaweed tress?

Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me,
from my own true love,
lost at sea,
lost at sea.