"P.S. I Love You" lyrics

What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happening every day
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
And 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, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you
I love you
I love you