The sun did dawn so grey and cold on Derry’s empty streets
The buildings echoed one by one the sound of marching feet
But not one soul who braved that day not woman, man or wain
Knew fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
The people gathered silently to march to Guildhall square
They came in peace to state their case among their own kind there
But butchers waited there for them, with bullet, blood and pain
And fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
The tramp of feet up Rossville street was broken by the sound
of armoured cars and rifle shots and death was all around
Some ran to tend the fallen men, by cowards they were slain
And fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
Let England hang its head in shame, now all the world can see
The day there was a massacre they called a victory
Let Ireland stand united now, and speak the message plain
That honest folk may dare to walk on Derry streets again.
The buildings echoed one by one the sound of marching feet
But not one soul who braved that day not woman, man or wain
Knew fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
The people gathered silently to march to Guildhall square
They came in peace to state their case among their own kind there
But butchers waited there for them, with bullet, blood and pain
And fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
The tramp of feet up Rossville street was broken by the sound
of armoured cars and rifle shots and death was all around
Some ran to tend the fallen men, by cowards they were slain
And fourteen men would never walk on Derry streets again
Let England hang its head in shame, now all the world can see
The day there was a massacre they called a victory
Let Ireland stand united now, and speak the message plain
That honest folk may dare to walk on Derry streets again.
envoyé par Alessandro - 5/11/2008 - 09:58
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Trad. Arr.: Sears/Toolen - Summerfly
Un brano sul Bloody Sunday del 1972.