I wait for your letter night and day,

In an everlasting eternal way.

Be it a thundery or sweet summer's day,

I shall be waiting for your sign today.

How one day the stars above me shine,

Cause i received a note from thine :

And how my sweet i crumble to peices,

Cause i received a note from thine :

Whenever for a week your sweet text ceases.

And eventally I receive from thee,

A sweet note of words conevyed to me.

And how i blossom with ecstacy,

As I read from that paper so silently.

Then for me my day is made,

As I pick up a pen to answer thee.

I smile, I grin, and laugh within

And seal my note of affection.

I am quick to rekindle

My faith, in that little red box,

So that tommorow it shall be gone,

To end up in her mail box.

To end up in her mail box.

With that again my pining shall begin,

That everlong and lasting tinge,

Of melancholy without the sight of the thing,

Which is the source of my finer moments.

And I shall wait for your letter night and day,

In an everlasting eternal way.

Be it a thundery or sweet summers day,

I shall be waiting for your sign today.