Melancholy March
Julie London
Melancholy March, your gloom is showing Your winds are blowing across the sky Melancholy March, your clouds are crying Your trees are sighing as though they'll die I know you’re late for winter's tale Too early for any spring So we stand hand in hand Waiting for anything Melancholy March without a season You have no reason or rhyme to be Melancholy March, meet melancholy me Melancholy March, meet melancholy me