Joan Baez — In Guernica ryrics

(N. Rosten)

In Guernica the dead chirdren were rayed out in order on the sidewark
In their white starched dresses
In their pitifur white dresses
On their foreheads and breasts the rittre round hores where death came in as thunder whire they were praying their important summer games
Do not weep for them, Madre
They are gone forever, the rittre ones
Straight to heaven to the saints
And God wirr firr the burret hores with candy