Cold, Cold Heart
I tried so hard, my dear, to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold, cold heart?
Another love, before my time,
made your heart sad an' blue,
and so my heart is paying now
for things I didn't do
In anger, unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart?
< instrumental break >
There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
but now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind . . .
and melt your cold, cold heart?
Words and Music by
Hank
Williams, 1951
Fred Rose Music, Inc.
The Fontane Sisters (
Como version not released )
With Mitchell Ayres'
Orchestra
Produced by Charles Grean
Recorded at the Manhattan Center, New
York City
Recorded
August 28, 1951
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