Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
The poor soul sat sighing
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
By a sycamore tree
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coaches
Sing all ye green, green willow

Sorrow has taken you
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn’t they be angry
If I thought of joining you

Gloomy sunday
Sing Willow, willow, willow

Gloomy is sunday
With shadows I spend it all
The fresh streams ran by her
And murmured her moans
My heart and i
Have decided to end it all
Sing all ye a green, green willow

Soon there’ll be candles
Her salt tears fell from her and
Softened the stones
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I’m glad to go
Sing willow, willow, willow
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 here
I called my love false
But what said he then
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
Sing all ye a green, green willow
My heart is telling you
If I court no women
You’ll couch with no men
How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday
Sing willow, willow, willow.