Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen everyday
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
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
And I burned a hole in the dining room table
And let me see, I guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P. S. I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes
I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes
Or wash the ones that are piled in the sink
Nothing else to tell you dear
Except each day seems like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you
P. S. I love you
P.S. I Love You was written by Gordon Jenkins & Johnny Mercer.
P.S. I Love You was produced by Voyle Gilmore.
Frank Sinatra released P.S. I Love You on Mon Jan 21 1957.