Gloomy Sunday - Sarah McLachlan

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

Gloomy Sunday

With shadows I spend it all

My heart and I

Have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be kindness

And prayers that are sad

I know, let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream

And in death I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my

Soul, I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday, 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 haunted you

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday