Gloomy Sunday (c. 09-46) - Don Byas

Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless

Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the dark 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 a 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 awake and I find you asleep and deep in my arms

Dear, darling, I hope that my dream hasn’t haunted you

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

It’s absolutely gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday