作词 : DiPiero, Tillis
A baby with a baby just barely seventeen 
My mother mourned her innocence 
While she bounced me on her knee 
A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials 
Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child 
The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song 
My mother's lullaby that train that ran behind our home 
A whippoorwill on a window sill - 
It should have made me smile 
But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child 
Now a restless blood runs in our family 
I thought 
I could out run the emptiness inside of me 
So I went a little crazy, went a little wild 
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child 
I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me 
And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees 
But when I can't explain to him the tears that fill my eyes 
He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child 
You take a black 
Irish temper and some solemn 
Cherokee A 
Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me 
There are thorns on every rose to this 
I'm reconciled 
They're just a little sharper to a melancholy child 
And in my own babe's eyes 
I see the signs of melancholy child 
Heaven help us all, another melancholy child