MELANCHOLY MARCH
(Dory Langdon)

as recorded by Julie London
with The Pete King Orchestra
1956


Melancholy March,
Your gloom is showing,
Your winds are glowing
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!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - May 2014)