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!"

But You I Have Loved

And I'll Bless You Forever



Last Of All Sundays