The Mailman

We move, just me and my horse
There’s mail to deliver, a mountain to cross
We ride through the vast, open space
Of snowy white valleys
For hours, for days

And baby…
The best thing about leaving is
I get to enjoy coming back to you and my boy
The little moments and kisses we stole
Keep me warm when it’s cold

I thought that i could endure
But my body’s too weak, i’m not young anymore
My feet are frozen
And so i lay down to sleep in the drifting white snow

Baby…
The best thing about leaving is
I get to enjoy coming back to you and my boy
The little moments and kisses we stole
Keep me warm when it’s cold