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.