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