Gypsy

Lyrics:

I'm just a gypsy who gets paid
For all the songs that I have played
And all the records that I have made
I'm part of a caravan
I have travelled on the land
Making music for my fellow man
And every song I played or wrote
With a sad or happy note

Some are made to make you laugh
Some are made to make you cry
I don't know the reason why

But I'll continue to travel
Though my guitar's old and tiring fast

She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known

And I'll continue to travel though my guitar's old and tiring fast
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known

Sinead O'Connor: Gloomy Sunday

Lyrics:

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 coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn’t they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday

Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and i
Have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressin’ you
With the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessin’ you

Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin’ you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday