Lyrics:

Julie London -
Melancholy March (Remastered) Lyrics

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!