Julie London - Melancholy March (Remastered)

Melancholy March, your gloom is showing
Your winds are blowing 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!