Sunday is gloomy My hours are sumberless Dear is the shadow I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the dark coach of sorrow has take you Sunday is gloomy In shadows I spend it all My heart and I decided to end it all Soon there will be candles And prayers are the sad I know Let them not rip Let them that im glad to go Angels have no tought of ever returning you would they be angry If I thought to joining you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldnt they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy sunday