A 1934 popular song. Words by Johnny Mercer. Music by Gordon Jenkins.
Sheet Music
Accompaniment
Lyrics
What is there to write, what is there to say
Same things happen ev’ry day
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Chorus
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, but by the way
Evrybody’s thinking of you
P. S. I love you
Performance
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