Gloomy Sunday

Höfundur lags: Rezso Seress og Sam Lewis Höfundur texta: Rezso Seress og Sam Lewis Flytjandi: Billie Holiday Sent inn af: Anonymous
[Am]Sunday is [Am7/G]gloomy       [D/F#]my hours are s[F]lumberless.
[Am]Dearest, the [Am7/G]shadows I [D/F#]live with are [E]numberless.
[Dm]Little white [Dm+7]flowers will [F]never aw[E]aken you,
[Am]Not where the [Am7/G]black coach of [D/F#]sorrow has t[E]aken you.
[Am]Angels hav[Am7/G]e no thought of[D/F#] ever ret[F]urning you --
[Am]Would they be [Am7/G]angry if[D/F#] I thought of [E]joining you?[F]    [E]    
[Am7]Gloom    [E]y S  [Am]unday. [Am7/G]    [D/F#]    [F]    [E]    

[Am]Gloomy Sun[Am7/G]day, with [D/F#]shadows I sp[F]end it all;
[Am]My heart and[Am7/G] I have de[D/F#]cided to e[E]nd it all.
[Dm]Soon there'll be [Dm+7]candles and p[F]rayers that are s[E]ad, I know;
[Am]Let them not [Am7/G]weep, let them [D/F#]know that I'm g[E]lad to go.

[Am]Death is no[Am7/G] dream, for in [D/F#]death I'm c[F]aressing yo[E]u;  
[Am]With the last [Am7/G]breath of my [D/F#]soul, I'll be b[E]lessing you.[F]    [E]    
[Am7]Gloom    [E]y S  [Am]unday. [Am7/G]    [D/F#]    [F]    [E]    

[A]Dream[D9]ing [A] -   [D9] I was only [A]dreaming[D9]. [A]    [D9]    
I [A]wake and I f[Bm7]ind you as[C#m7]leep in the d[F#m]eep of my [B7]heart, d[F7]ear. [E7]    

[Am]Darling, I [Am7/G]hope that my d[D/F#]ream never [F]haunted y[E]ou;  
[Am]My heart is t[Am7/G]elling you h[D/F#]ow much I w[E]anted you. [F]    [E]    
[Am7]Gloom    [E]y S  [Am]unday. [Am7/G]    [D/F#]    [F]    [E]    [Am]    

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 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, dear.

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you;
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.

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