Yours, Yours, Yours

Lyrics

[ADAMS, spoken] Abigail? I'm very lonely up here Oh, now don't be unreasonable, Abigail... List? Oh! They were fondly intended, madam! A compliment! An endearment! An irony! Oh, now there you have me, Abby I'm afraid you are pigeon-toed Please, come to Philidelphia Please come So you wrote Tom and little Abby Oh, well uh... the winters are softer in Virgina Fit for Virginians, madam, but pale, puny things beside New England girls Abigail... how goes it with you?   [ABIGAIL, spoken] Are you, John? As long as you were sending for wives, why didn't you send for your own? Oh, now I'm unreasonable? Must add that to your list The catalogue of my faults you included in your last letter That I play at cards badly? That my posture is crooked? That I read and write and think too much? That I'm pigeon-toed? Oh, thank you, John I do want to, but you know now it's not possible. The children have the measles Only now it's Quincy and Charles And it appears the farm here in Braintree is failing, John. The chickens and the geese have all died. The apples... never survive the late frost How do you suppose she managed to get away? And their women, John John! I thank you for that Not well, John. Not at all well [ABIGAIL] I live like a nun in a cloister Solitary, celibate I hate it! (spoken) And you, John? [ADAMS] I live like a monk in an abbey! Ditto, ditto I hate it [ABIGAIL] Write to me with sentimental effusion Let me revel in romantic illusion [ADAMS] Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air? And is my favorite lover's pillow Still firm and fair? [ABIGAIL] What was there, John Still is there, John Come soon as you can to my cloister I've forgotten the feel of your hand [ADAMS] Soon, madam, we shall walk in Cupid's grove together [ABIGAIL & ADAMS] And we'll fondly survey That promised land Till then, till then I am, as I ever was And ever shall be Yours Yours Yours Yours Yours [ABIGAIL] Saltpeter John