Come sweetheart mine,
Don't sit and pine,
Tell me of the cares that make you feel so blue.
What have I done?
Answer me Hon',
Have I ever said an unkind word to you?
My love is true,
And just for you,
I'd do almost anything at any time,
Dear, when you sigh
Or when you cry,
Something seems to grip this very heart of mine.
Come to me, my melancholy baby,
Cuddle up and don't be blue;
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe,
You know, dear, that I'm in love with you.
Ev'ry cloud must have a silver lining,
Wait until the sun shines through,
Smile my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear,
Or else I shall be melancholy too.
Now won't you too.
Birds in the trees,
Should not fail to lul [sic] you in to peaceful dreams.
So tell me why
Sadly you sigh,
Sitting at the window where the pale moon beams,
You shouldn't grieve,
Try and believe,
Life is always sunshine when the heart beats true;
Be of good cheer,
Smile thro' your tears,
When you're sad it makes me feel the same as you.
Burnett, Ernie and Norton, George A., "My Melancholy Baby: Fox-trot Ballad with Ukulele Arrangement" (1916). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 476.
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