Yours, Yours, Yours

[ADAMS, spoken]
Abigail? I'm very lonely up here

Oh, now don't be unreasonable, Abigail...

List?

Oh! They were fondly intended, madam!

A compliment!

An endearment!

An irony!

Oh, now there you have me, Abby
I'm afraid you are pigeon-toed
Please, come to Philidelphia
Please come

So you wrote
Tom and little Abby

Oh, well uh... the winters are softer in Virgina

Fit for Virginians, madam, but pale, puny things beside New England girls

Abigail... how goes it with you?

[ABIGAIL, spoken]
Are you, John? As long as you were sending for wives, why didn't you send for your own?

Oh, now I'm unreasonable? Must add that to your list

The catalogue of my faults you included in your last letter

That I play at cards badly?

That my posture is crooked?

That I read and write and think too much?

That I'm pigeon-toed?

Oh, thank you, John
I do want to, but you know now it's not possible. The children have the measles

Only now it's Quincy and Charles
And it appears the farm here in Braintree is failing, John. The chickens and the geese have all died. The apples... never survive the late frost
How do you suppose she managed to get away?

And their women, John

John!
I thank you for that

Not well, John. Not at all well
[ABIGAIL]
I live like a nun in a cloister
Solitary, celibate
I hate it!

(spoken)
And you, John?

[ADAMS]
I live like a monk in an abbey!
Ditto, ditto
I hate it

[ABIGAIL]
Write to me with sentimental effusion
Let me revel in romantic illusion

[ADAMS]
Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air?
And is my favorite lover's pillow
Still firm and fair?

[ABIGAIL]
What was there, John
Still is there, John
Come soon as you can to my cloister
I've forgotten the feel of your hand

[ADAMS]
Soon, madam, we shall walk in Cupid's grove together

[ABIGAIL & ADAMS]
And we'll fondly survey
That promised land

Till then, till then
I am, as I ever was
And ever shall be
Yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
Yours

[ABIGAIL]
Saltpeter
John