P.S. I Love You (feat. Thom Hell)

Sitting on the harbor, wishing, Lord, that he were home

He writes a letter

Written for his darling, the honey babe he left back home

He writes a letter

Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams?

And then he falters

And he writes

I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart

And I've grown accustomed to

Thoughts of you in the back of my mind

There is a right for every wrong

And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone

But there is no sweeter face

That could ever take your place

Yes, remember me

Yes, remember me

Sitting on the front porch, wishing, Lord, that he were home

She gets a letter, oh it's written by her darling

That sweetest boy who's far from home

She reads her letter

Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams

When you falter?

So she writes

I've walked the fresh air, too, my own small way

And I'm still waiting home for you

Won't you come and ease my worried mind?

There is a calm when the storm rolls on through

And a broken heart for every 'I love you'

But there is no sweeter face

That could ever take your place

I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart

And I've grown accustomed to

Thoughts of you in the back of my mind

There is a right for every wrong

And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone

But there is no sweeter face

That could ever take your place

Yes, [?] you

Yes, [?] you