Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I’d 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 knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered ‘never’
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
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 caressin’ 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 tellin’ you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
The Hungarian Suicide Song by ↑ Bjork
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