Melancholy Rhapsody

The song of a heart that sorrows
The wail of the wind winds from off the sea
All of your hopes on your tomorrows
They’re in my Melancholy Rhapsody
The red in the sky at twilight
The trace of a dream that used to be
The bottomless low after the high life
They’re in my Melancholy Rhapsody
The laughter that saddens, the misery that gladdens
The couples on the benches in the park
The pattern of grieving your mind insists on weaving
When shadows start to walk after dark
If only you’d guess my yearning
You’d know what it means not to be free
I’ll never be free till your returning
Will end my Melancholy Rhapsody
My Melancholy Rhapsody