Galas Diamanda Gloomy Sunday
Sadly one Sunday,
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms,
for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams
like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead
and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew
was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came the Sunday
when you came to find me
They brought me to church
and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see
what I wanted to love me
The sky was all dark
And stars were above me
The bell tolled for me
and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved
and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
