Billie Holiday - Gloomy Sunday

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 Sunday

with shadows I spend it all

my heart and I

have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be prayers

and candles are lit, 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 I find you asleep

on deep in my heart, dear

Darling, I hope

that my dream hasn't haunted you

my heart is telling you

how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday