Gloomy Sunday

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited,
with flowers in my arms for the dream 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 a Sunday when you came to find me,
They bore me to church and I left you behind me.
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me,
the earth and the flowers are forever 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.