Postcards

Postcards Lyrics

Everybody's waving

The whole town is out

A man on a bicycle

Is passing me out

I live in a small house

Just a mile from the bridge

On a clear day

You might say

What a beautiful view



Easter parades, old pictures that fade

And postcards that come

From far away


Everybody's leaving

With a smile and a wave

They say

We'll give it a year or two

But nobody stays

I live in a small house

But there's plenty of room

So if you should call by

There'll be dinner for two



Easter parades, old pictures that fade

And postcards that come

From far away