Melinda

(Jan Crutchfield - Jimmy Gateley)



(Melinda, Melinda)

Oh, how I miss Melinda



While a walking down a street in Denver

I passed by a little dress shop

A sign on the door read Melinda's

And I asked myself if I should stop.



For I knew a girl named Melinda

When I lived here years ago

And I wondered if by chance it could be

The Melinda I used to know.



So I peeked in through the window

And there to my surprice

I saw my darling Melinda

And a tear came to my eyes.



For she looked lovely as always

As I watched her standing there

Her face was like an angel's

With a halo of golden hair.



Melinda, Melinda, with the golden hair

Oh, how I miss Melinda. (Melinda.)



Then I slowly remembered

how she suffered the shame

Of being left with a baby

And me never changing her name.



So I ran in and called out, Melinda

So ashamed I hung down my head

But the young girl said sir

I'm sorry but you see my mother is dead.



Melinda, Melinda, with the golden hair

Oh, how I miss Melinda.



Oh, how I miss Melinda...