G C
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
D G
Calling out for civil rights and freedom
C
And peace was on the banner that was blowing in the breeze
D G
All upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Some were chatting with their lovers, some were walking holding hands
Some
were dreaming of a greater future dawning
But who could tell that darkness would descend upon their dreams
All
upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Screaming, then a burst of blood, oh Jesus someone cried
A lad
of seventeen is lying dying
And thirteen more would follow him before the day would end
Oh cursed be that
Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
And
calling out for civil rights and freedom
But now it was a flag of blood that fluttered in the breeze
A curse
upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
