Pinwheel of Death

Pauline Byrne


SONGS

TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
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Writers Laszlo Javor, Sam M. Lewis, Rezso Seress

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1940

Lyrics 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 IS 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.
DREAMING,
I WAS LONELY DREAMING
I FELT MY HEART MELT,
WHEN I DREAMT
THAT WE TWO
ARE APART,
FAR APART,
FAR APART,
FAR APART.
DARLING,
I HOPE
THAT MY DREAM
NEVER HAUNTED YOU
MY HEART
IS TELLING YOU
HOW MUCH
I WANTED YOU,
GLOOMY SUNDAY.