a 1935 popular song
words by Joe Young
music by Fred E. Ahlert
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
- The mailman passes by
And I just wonder why
He never stops to ring my front door bell
There’s not a single line
From that dear old love of mine
No, not a word since I last heard “farewell”
Chorus
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
A lot of kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I got ’em
I’m gonna smile and say, “I hope you’re feeling better”
And close “with love” the way you do
I’m gonna sit right down and wrote myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
- Since you stopped writing me
I’m worried as can be
I miss each little love word now and then
You’re in my ev’ry thought
You don’t know how much I’ve fought
To find a way to feel O. K. again
Sung here by Fred Feild: