Gloomy Sunday - Diamanda Galas

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