Barbara Dickson - Gloomy Sunday lyrics

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 thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday In shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles And tears that are shed I know Let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go d**h is no dream For in d**h I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday