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 Sunday is gloomy 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 But let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday d**h is no dream For in d**h I'm caressin' you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessin' you Gloomy Sunday