Sunday Bloody Sunday Lyrics

They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
Calling out for civil rights and freedom
And peace was on the banner that was blowing in the breeze
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.