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   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, oh 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   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 dreaming of you   P.S. I love you   P.S. I love you