Market Day In Guernica Letra

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.