Ca sĩ: Diamanda Gallas

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Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the
dream has 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 know
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
What I wanted to love me
The earth and the
flowers
Are forever above me
The bell tolled for me
And the wind
whispered, "Never!"
B ut you I have loved
And I'll bless you
forever

Last of all Sundays