Market Day in Guernica




My children played a skipping game


On market day in Guernica


On market day before they came

Before they came to Guernica.





I search my soul but cannot start

to find forgiveness in my heart.


My little ones no longer play


In Guernica on market day.




My father wore his linen suit


On market day in Guernica

He always sold the finest fruit


Before they came to Guernica




Now there's no way to let him know


How much I loved and miss him so


I watched as he was blown away

In Guernica on market day.





Away

Away


All blown away




My children played a skipping game


On market day in Guernica


On market day before they came

Before they came to Guernica.





I search my soul but cannot start

To find forgiveness in my heart.


My little ones no longer play in Guernica


On market day.