^AmSunday is ^Am7/Ggloomy ^D/F#my hours are s^Flumberless. ^AmDearest, the ^Am7/Gshadows I ^D/F#live with are ^Enumberless.

Dm Dm+7 F E Little white flowers will never awaken you,

^AmNot where the ^Am7/Gblack coach of ^D/F#sorrow has t^Eaken you. ^AmAngels hav^Am7/Ge no thought of^D/F# ever ret^Furning you --

^AmWould they be ^Am7/Gangry if^D/F# I thought of ^Ejoining you?^F ^E ^Am7Gloom^Ey S^Amunday. ^Am7/G ^D/F# ^F ^E

^AmGloomy Sun^Am7/Gday, with ^D/F#shadows I sp^Fend it all; ^AmMy heart and^Am7/G I have de^D/F#cided to e^End it all.

Dm Dm+7 F E Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know;

^AmLet them not ^Am7/Gweep, let them ^D/F#know that I'm g^Elad to go.

^AmDeath is no^Am7/G dream, for in ^D/F#death I'm c^Faressing yo^Eu; ^AmWith the last ^Am7/Gbreath of my ^D/F#soul, I'll be b^Elessing you.^F ^E

^Am7Gloom^Ey S^Amunday. ^Am7/G ^D/F# ^F ^E

^ADream^D9ing ^A - ^D9 I was only ^Adreaming^D9. ^A ^D9 I ^Awake and I f^Bm7ind you as^C#m7leep in the d^F#meep of my ^B7heart, d^F7ear. ^E7

^AmDarling, I ^Am7/Ghope that my d^D/F#ream never ^Fhaunted y^Eou; ^AmMy heart is t^Am7/Gelling you h^D/F#ow much I w^Eanted you. ^F ^E

^Am7Gloom^Ey S^Amunday. ^Am7/G ^D/F# ^F ^E ^Am

Billie Holiday - Gloomy sunday