Melancholy Rhapsody (From "Young Man with a Horn") - Harry James, Doris Day

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