Wednesday, 31 July 2013


In which I extract the poetry hidden in well-known songs.

Some songs just seem to stand the test of time. This old favourite of mine was written in 1911 and the lyrics were by George A. Norton and Maybelle E. Watson. 

How wonderful to have written something so loved that it is still played a century later.

All the best singers have recorded it, such as Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand to name a few.

Its a song to listen to when you're feeling a bit down because its meant to be lifting but when I listen to my favourite version sung by Ella Fitzgerald, I start blubbing like a baby - a melancholy baby.

Come to me my melancholy baby.
Cuddle up and don't be blue.
All your fears are foolish fancies, maybe,
You know dear that I'm in love with you.

Every 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.

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