Bloody Sunday
Tommy Sands - © Elm Grove Music

Sunday January 30th was the day that the struggle for Civil Rights in Northern Ireland by peaceful means was destroyed forever. Fourteen innocent marchers were shot dead by British Para-troupers in Derry. As a result hundreds of young people rushed to join the IRA.


They were walking they were talking they were laughing they were singing
They were calling out for Civil Rights and Freedom
And hope was on the banner that was floating in the breeze
All upon that Sunday bloody Sunday

They were walking with their lovers they were talking to their friends
They were dreaming of a better future dawning
But who could tell the darkeness would descend upon their dreams
All upon that Sunday bloody Sunday

A gunshot and a burst of blood ‘Sweet Jesus’ someone cried
A lad of seventeen was lying dying
And thirteen more would follow him before the day was done
A curse upon that Sunday bloody Sunday

They were walking they were talking they were laughing they were singing
They were calling out for Civil Rights and Freedom
But now it was a flag of blood left hanging in the air
A curse upon that Sunday bloody Sunday