[Jerusha Abbott]
He reminds me of you
In much younger days
Softly eccentric
And set in his ways

He reminds me of you
It's funny and yet
How can he really remind me
Of someone that I've never met?

And P.S. I wish you and I
Could be friends
Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise?
'Cause P.S. how sweet to be writing to you
If I knew the colour of your eyes

We went for tea
At an outdoor café
Oh, and his eyes are both blue
By the way

We talked and we talked
You should have been there
And then he went on
About Melville and Whitman
I'm floating on air!
And P.S. I blushed when he offered his arm
And we walked under fairweather skies
And oh, how I wish that you'd been with us too
And I knew the colour of your eyes

He made it seem like I'd known him
From long ago
Laughed at my jokes
Though they scarcely seemed apropos
I'm feeling more like a girl
And less like a child

Oh, what a man
I'll never forget
But really the only man I've ever met
Then he took the train
And I heaved a sigh
And Julia got angry
'Cause he left without even saying goodbye

And P.S. it's late and I can't get to sleep
So I'll lay out my soul on the line
What do I care if there's blue in his eyes?
If someday you're looking into mine?

One day, you'll be looking into mine