Seven Latters - Ben E. King

This is my last letter

Dear, to you

This is my last letter, baby

I just can’t write you anymore

My poor little finger’s swollen

I’m tired of pacing the floor, yes, I am

Threw away our favorite record

It was tearing me apart

This is my seventh letter, baby

Just to satisfy my heart

(One) Monday, I wrote and told you

I was all alone and blue

(Two) Tuesday, I wrote again, baby

I said I loved no one, no one

No one but you, no, I don’t

(Three) Wednesday, I wired you a cable

Begging you to call

(Four) Thursday, I sent the message

I said I was wrong and, darling

Please come back home

(Five) Friday, I woke up crying

With the sniff of a tear

(Six) come along long lonesome Saturday

I did the same thing all over again

Yes, I did

(Seven) this is my seventh letter, baby

On this bright Sunday morning

Just got off my knees from praying

I said, Oh, Lord, oh, Lord

Please send her back home

Can’t she hear me talking to her

(This is my last letter

Dear, to you)

Seven letters, seven days

Seven long, lonely days

There, I said it

(This is my last letter

Dear, to you) yes, it is

Yes, it is, yes, it is

Oh, yes, it is