Gloomy Sunday by Pale Preacher

Gloomy Sunday

Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created
I waited 'til dreams,
Like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead
And the words were unspoken
The grief that I know
Was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
Was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday
When you came to find me
They bore me to church
And I left you behind me
My eyes could not see
What I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers
Are forever above me
Death is no dream
For in death, I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you
Gloomy Sunday

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