heather nova-gloomy sunday
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
angels have no thoughts
of ever returning you
would they be angry
if i thought of joining you?
oooh...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
but let them not weep
let them know that i m glad to go
death is no dream
for in death i m caressing you
with the last breath of my soul
i ll be blessing you
oooh...gloomy sunday
dreaming,
i was>