Gloomy Sunday

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 of the lover above me*

The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'

But you I have loved and I love you forever

Last of all Sundays