Gloomy Sunday - Sam M. Lewis Lyrics

Gloomy Sunday - Sam M. Lewis Lyrics:
g l o o m y s u n d a y
s a m m l e w i s l y r i c s

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 thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

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 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

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

From PCL LinkDump:
"It began life as a Hungarian instrumental in 1931, then getting English lyrics by Sam Lewis in 1936. First recorded by Hal Kemp it quickly gained notoriety, after being found a few times at homes where people did away with themselves, and was subsequently banned in fifteen countries from being played on the radio. Since then the version people killed themselves most often over is probably not neither Hal Kemps or Antons. No, it has to be the take of a woman who went through quite a few gloomy sundays herself: Billie Holiday. Who, despite the ban, recorded this beautiful version in 1941."