Sunday is gloomy my hours are slumberless. Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you. Not when 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 flowers 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 am caressing you. With the last breath of my heart 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 deep. Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you. My heart is telling you how much I wanted you. Gloomy Sunday.