Lyrics Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday with Teddy Wilson & His Orchestra

Sunday is gloomy.
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadow I live with the numberless.
Little White flowers will never awaken you .
Not where the black couch 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 is sunday, with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon they will be candels and prayers that are said 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 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.