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Saddest of Sundays

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

Gloomy Sundays. 👂