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 Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep In the deep of my heart, dear. Darling, I hope that My dream never haunted you. My heart is telling you, How much I wanted you. Gloomy Sunday