This is my last letter
Dear, to you
This is my last letter, baby
I just can't write you anymore
My poor little finger's swollen
I'm tired of pacing the floor, yes, I am
Threw away our favorite record
It was tearing me apart
This is my seventh letter, baby
Just to satisfy my heart
(One) Monday, I wrote and told you
I was all alone and blue
(Two) Tuesday, I wrote again, baby
I said I loved no one, no one
No one but you, no, I don't
(Three) Wednesday, I wired you a cable
Begging you to call
(Four) Thursday, I sent the message
I said I was wrong and, darling
Please come back home
(Five) Friday, I woke up crying
With the sniff of a tear
(Six) come along long lonesome Saturday
I did the same thing all over again
Yes, I did
(Seven) this is my seventh letter, baby
On this bright Sunday morning
Just got off my knees from praying
I said, Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Please send her back home
Can't she hear me talking to her
(This is my last letter
Dear, to you)
Seven letters, seven days
Seven long, lonely days
There, I said it
(This is my last letter
Dear, to you) yes, it is
Yes, it is, yes, it is
Oh, yes, it is
Seven Letters was written by Ben E. King.
Seven Letters was produced by Jerry Wexler & Bert Berns & Ahmet Ertegün.