Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry/In The Wee Sma

(Styne-Cahn / Mann-Hilliard)



The torch I carry is handsome

It's worth its heartache in ransom

Now when that twilight steals

I know how the lady in the harbor feels



When I want rain, I get sunny weather

I'm just as blue, blue as the sky

Since love has gone, can't get myself together

Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry



In the wee small hours of the morning

My friends ask me out, but I tell them I'm busy

Must get to get a new alibi

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

I stay at home, and ask myself: "Where is she?"

You lie awake and think about the girl

Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry



Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops

Hanging on a string of dreams

Fly little memories, those little memories

Remind her of our crazy schemes



When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

Yes somebody said, just forget about her

You'd be his if only he'd call

So, I gave that treatment a try

And strangely enough, I got along without her

In the wee small hours of the morning

Then one day she passed me right by - oh well

I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry