Lyrics Gloomy Sunday - Stan Kenton
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
is
Sunday,
With
shadows
I
spend
it
all.
My
heart
and
I,
have
Decided
to
end
it
all.
Soon
there'll
be
candles
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
blessin'
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
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