Mount Juliet Songtext
von McIntosh Ross

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night
Will stop these brave messengers
From delivering their parcels and epistles
No matter where it is
Through the thunder storm
They keep walking on

Over the hills and the mountains, through valleys
To tar blocks and cities, apartments and alleys
To find someone

From a father to a brother
From a soldier to a mother to a friend
And there′s letters and there's boxes and there′s kindness
And there's bitter disappointment
Time keeps rolling on
Their work is never done


Over the hills and the mountains, through valleys
To tar blocks and cities, apartments and alleys
To find someone
From New York City to Stockholm to Glasgow
From somebody's pen, then the letter′ll end
In "My Juliet"

Forty-two cents can buy you a stamp
And you put it in the slot
It will go on a train and then a big aeroplane
Until it finds the spot

Over the hills and the mountains, through valleys
To tar blocks and cities, apartments and alleys
To find someone
From New York City to Stockholm to Glasgow
From somebody′s pen, then the letter'll end
In "My Juliet"

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night
Will stop these brave messengers