Gloomy Sunday — Christian Death

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 dark coach of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy on 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 Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream for in death I"m carressing you With the last breath of my soul I"ll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday.