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
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!"
But you I have loved
And I'll bless you forever

Last of all Sundays