Melancholy Baby 1927

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.