The weather's cool. The folks are fine.

I'm in bed each night at nine.

P.S. I love you.



Yesterday we had some rain,

but all in all I can't complain.

Was it dusty on the train?

P.S. I love you.



Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able.

They came around to call.

I burned a hole in the dining room table.

And let me see, I guess that's all.



Nothin' else for me to say,

and so I'll close. Oh, by the way,

everybody's thinkin' of you.

P.S. I love you.



I do my best to obey all your wishes.

I put a sign up. Think

now I got to buy us a new set of dishes,

or wash the ones that have piled in the sink.



Nothing else to tell you, dear.

Except, each day feels like a year.

Every night I'm dreamin' of you.

P.S. I love you.