作曲 : Friedberger
We Wrote Letters 
Everyday Well, no one was too upset 
You know we were married in the war 
And I went with him to 
Pennsylvania and 
California 
But he went out the 
Pacific And 
I came back to 
Chicago to work on the railroad 
And we wrote letters every day 
Which were later thrown away 
And God knows what we wrote or what they said 
But this is probably how they read 
I left the letters behind 
In the basement of the apartment building when we moved 
For the mice to nibble on 
I wonder how long they lasted 
And we wrote letters every day 
Which were later thrown away 
And God knows what we wrote or what they said 
But this is probably how they read 
Now, at my wedding, my husband didn't have his close family there as 
I indicated 
He came from a family of priests 
At least, there were a lot of priests in his family 
And so, eight priests presided over our wedding 
Eight priests, it looked impressive 
But it didn't sound very good 
A gaggle of priests 
Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there 
They all had fine voices 
But, and I mean this respectfully 
They didn't match pitch 
Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right 
So they made some strange note choices 
Listen...