Sherman Edwards - Yours, Yours, Yours lyrics

Abigail: I live like a nun in a cloister Solitary, celibate I hate it John: 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 John: 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 John: Soon, madam, we shall walk in Cupid's grove together Both: 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