Market Day In Guernica
My children played a skipping gameOn market day in GuernicaOn market day before they cameBefore they came to Guernica.
I search my soul but cannot startto find forgiveness in my heart.My little ones no longer playIn Guernica on market day.
My father wore his linen suitOn market day in GuernicaHe always sold the finest fruitBefore they came to Guernica
Now there's no way to let him knowHow much I loved and miss him soI watched as he was blown awayIn Guernica on market day.
AwayAwayAll blown away
My children played a skipping gameOn market day in GuernicaOn market day before they cameBefore they came to Guernica.
I search my soul but cannot startTo find forgiveness in my heart.My little ones no longer play in GuernicaOn market day.