The Postal Card That Never Came.
Copyright, 1888, by Frank A. Drake.
For I love my Mezzie dear,
Tho' my heart is tilled with fear;
For she's going way to leave me,
And to cross the deep blue sea;
For I love her. oh, so dear!
And she said she'd write to me;
I am waiting, darling Mezzie, by the lea;
For I'm lonely night and day,
When my darling is away;
For you "said you'll write, my darling, every day.
For you said you would explain,
But I've waited her in vain
For that postal card and word that never came.
It's no sister or no brother that said they'd write to-day,
It's no father or no mother that's old and turning gray,
It is from my darling Mezzie, she said she'd write again;
I am waiting for that postal-that card that never came.
I have waited for the day,
For a postal that would say,
For you told me that you'd write to me
When you was far away;
And my heart is full of pain.
For you said you'd write again;
But that postal, if you wrote it, never came.
You must not forget, I pray,
When you are so far away,
That your own true one is waiting for the day,
I will think of you the same,
And I know you're not to blame,
For I long to see that card that never came.-Chorus.