Lyrics by George A. Norton, 1912
Come, sweetheart mine
Don’t sit and pine
Tell me of the cares that make you feel so blue
I’m sorry hun
What have I done?
Have I ever said an unkind word to you?
My love is true
And just for you
I’d do almost anything at anytime
Dear, when you sigh
And when you cry
Something seems to grip this very heart of mine
Come to me, my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don’t be blue
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
Don’t you know that I’m in love with you?
Every cloud must have a silver lining
Just wait until the sun shines through
And smile, my honey dear
While I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy too
Every cloud must have a silver lining
Just wait until the sun shines through
And smile, my honey dear
While I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy
Else I’ll be melancholy
Or else I shall be melancholy too