I’ve tried so hard, my dear, to show that you’re my ev ’ry dream,

yet you’re a fraid each thing I do is just some e vil scheme.

A mem ’ry from your lone some past

keeps us so far a part.

Why (E7)can’t I free your doubt ful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

An oth er love be fore my time made your heart sad and blue,

and so my heart is pay ing now

for things I did n’t do.

In an ger, un kind words I said

that make the tear drops start.

Why can’t I free your doubt ful mind

and melt your cold, cold, heart?

There was a time when I be lieved that you be longed to me,

but now I know your heart is shack led

to a mem o (A7)ry.

The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift a part.

Why (E7)can’t I free

your doubt ful mind

and melt your cold, cold

heart?