GLOOMY SUNDAY
as sung by Billie Holiday.

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless;
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless,
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
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 joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all,
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know,
Let them not weep; let them know that I'm glad to go.
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 find you asleep
In the deep of my heart, dear.

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you,
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you-
Gloomy Sunday.

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