The postman gets no letters

He cycles around in patience
Around homes and in schools
He wishes no more than to
Let good news reach you soon
This messenger easily forgotten
When we mail our thank you's back
A postman gets no thank you's,
A postman gets no letters

He may be scorched by noon-sun
Or dripped in merciless rain
But he is a man with purpose
A purpose no one can stop him
Such driven men usually forgotten
When we thank the heavenly stars
A postman gets no thank you's
A postman gets no letters