The Mailman کے بول

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