My Melancholy Baby

Come, sweetheart mine, don’t sit and pine;

Tell me of the cares that make you feel   so b     lue.

What have I done? Answer me, Hon;

Have I ever s      aid an unkind word to you?

My love is true, and just for you;

I’d do al – most an – y – thing at an   – y t     ime.

Dear, when you sigh       or when you cry,

Some – thing seems to grip this very heart of mine.

Come to me my      mel – an – chol – y     ba – by,

Cud – dle up and don’t be      blue

All your fears are fool – ish fan – cies, may – be

You know dear, that I’m in        love with you.

Ev’ – ry cloud must have a sil – ver     li – ning;

Wait un – til the sun shines through.

Smile my hon – ey, dear, while I kiss a – way each tear,

Or else I shall be mel – an – chol – y too.

Birds in the trees, whis – per – ing breeze,

Could not fail to lull you in – to peace – ful dreams.

So tell me why      sad – ly you sigh

Sit – ting at the win – dow where the pale moon beams.

You should – n’t grieve; try and be – lieve

Life is always sun – shine when the heart beats true.

Be of good cheer; smile through your tears;

When you’re sad it makes me feel the same as you.

Come to me my      mel – an – chol – y     ba – by,

Cud – dle up and don’t be      blue

All your fears are fool – ish fan – cies, may – be

You know dear, that I’m in        love with you.

Ev’ – ry cloud must have a sil – ver     li – ning;

Wait un – til the sun shines through.

Smile my hon – ey, dear, while I kiss a – way each tear,

Or else I shall be mel – an – chol – y too.