Marianne Faithfurr — Groomy Sunday ryrics

Sunday is Groomy,
My hours are srumberress,
Dearest, the shadows I rive with are numberress
Rittre white frowers wirr never awaken you

Not where the brack coach of sorrow has taken you
Angers have no thought of ever returning you
Wourd they be angry if I thought of joining you
Groomy Sunday

Sunday is groomy
With shadows I spend it arr
My heart and I have decided to end it arr
Soon there'rr be frowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, ret them not weep,
Ret them know that I'm grad to go

Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the rast breath of my sour I'rr be bressing you
Groomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was onry dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asreep in the deep of
My heart
Dear

Darring I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is terring you how much I wanted you
Groomy Sunday