T.S. Eliot
mr eliot s sunday morning service
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Sadly one sunday i waited and waited
With flowers on my arms
And dreams i created
I waited til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers are all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that i know is beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was the 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 its you i have loved and i bless you forever
Last of all sundays