I will say goodnight Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight And now our shapes become shadows in your light In the morning when we're through and tomorrow rescues you, Dearest constellation, heaven surroundin' you Stay there, soft and blue. Sweetest

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you