It’s Billie Holiday’s birthday. Here she is performing “All of Me.”
Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday
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
Angels have no thought
of ever returning you
Would they be angry
if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
