[Verse] In the village of old, where time moved slow Linuccia the postwoman, short and without a neck to show She'd stroll the streets, letters in her sack But she never delivered them, preferred to turn back [Verse 2] Behind the kitchen curtain, Linuccia would hide Spying on neighbors, their secrets to confide Three children she bore, with love and care Yet her own secrets, she couldn't bear to share [Chorus] Oh, Linuccia, with your letters untold A life of whispers, in your heart they unfold The post may not reach, but the stories you weave Are the tales of a life, that only you believe [Outro] And as the sun sets, on Linuccia's day Her children gather, to hear what she'd say Of hidden letters and lives that she'd spied Linuccia's legacy, in their hearts will reside