(Sam Lewis/Rezso Sereso)
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Nearest 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 thought of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you ?
Gloomiest Sunday with shadows I spend it on
My heart and I have decided to end now.
Soon there’ll be candles 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’m caressing you,
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you.
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I awake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart
Down in my coat that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.