Gloomy Sunday Lyrics - String Album - Herbie Mann

Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less 

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 sad 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 here 

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you 

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you 

Gloomy Sunday