Come, sweetheart mine, don't you sit and pine tell me of the cares that make you feel so blue what have I done answer me hon, have I ever said an unkind word to you? Come to me my melancholy baby, Cuddle up and don't be blue . . . All your fears are foolish fancy, 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!