Sunday is Gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are num berless Little white flowers will never awaken y ou Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of join ing you Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it al l Soon there'll be flowers and prayers tha t are sad I know, let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to Death is no dream For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunt ed you My heart is telling you how much I wante d you Gloomy Sunday
