Irving Berlin

Me And My Melinda

Irving Berlin


Me and my Melinda, my Melinda and me
We are bound up together in sympathy

Me and my Melinda, we are seldom apart
On the nights when I feel like a heart to heart

When I'm blue
We just sit there holding hands
And when we do
My Melinda understands

When I'm having trouble that I cannot disclose
When I can't tell the world of my private woes
Long before I tell her, my Melinda knows