[Primeira Parte] Well it was sunday, bloody sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the free Derry air [Segunda Parte] Is there any one among you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lidds! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day! [Terceira Parte] You claim to be majority Well you know that it's a lie You're really a minority Oh this sweet emerald isle [Quarta Parte] When Stormont bans our marchers They've got a lot to learn Internment is no answer It's those mother's turn to burn! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day!