C Em Am C When the stars all glitter and the streets are dim and dead Dm G And all decent people are a sleeping in their bed C Em Am C With their prayers and their 'Goodnight,Sleep well' s said Dm G And the moon's up and in full sail Dm Em Am There's a banging in the alley and a whistling on the breeze F G A churning and a burning and a turning of the wheels C Em Am C They all roll over in their bed and think of me Dm G C When I'm working on the Midnight Mail C Am Dm Am Working on the Midnight Mail Working on the Midnight Mail C Am In my boots with my shovel and my pail Dm G C I'll go working on the Midnight Mail