To my beloved
To the departed
A song for the innocent and kindhearted
My soul should be happy
But it's so sad that I can't hold your precious hand,
Shoulder to shoulder
We all must carry our burdens
It's just too bad that you're gone
There's no one to hold, no one to kiss
No one to touch, Oh my love I miss you so much
I'm longing on a Sunday
Oh Lord please help me
I'm longing on a Sunday
My soul just can't be,
I'm longing on a Sunday
Almost falling into tears
I'm longing on a Sunday
Always I'll be missing you
With all of my mortal years,
There where the rain grows
There where the sun shows
There where the sky sets
There were the souls rest
I'll see you my friend
My dear friend of love,
Maybe it was all meant to be
But I'm longing on a Sunday
And somehow some way
We'll meet again my friend
Just wait and see,
There beyond where the rain grows
There beyond where the sun shows
There beyond where the sky sets
In a place were the souls rest
I'll meet you my friend
My dear friend of love,
My time has not come to die
I still have this earthly life
It's just this longing
That I feel inside
And maybe it was all meant to be
But I'm longing on a Sunday.
There beyond where the rain grows
There beyond where the sun shows
There beyond where the sky sets
In a place were the souls rest
I'll see you my friend
My dear friend of love...