Sometimes in the yawning night,
I hear her voice call out to me,
clutch my sheets and blankets tight
yet drift away in memories
She's followed me throughout my life
I call her Mistress Melancholy

Sometimes, seems like years ago
when lilac and the jasmine played
The tides of love, they ebbed and flowed
Yet Mistress Melancholy stayed
(Just what went wrong,  I still don't know),
But days pass as her perfume fades

Sometimes wonder where it is-
Exactly that I'm supposed to be
But know for sure,  I won't be far
away from Mistress Melancholy