Joan Baez - El Salvador

Now that the city is dreaming,
Viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds,
Now that nothing seems right
National guards who they pay by the week
Are gonna clash in the curfew tonight
With Los companeros born in the war,
From Warsaw to San Salvador

A voice from the past comes a callin',
Saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it
Seems like there's nothing
But newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are burried gone,
And the strong hearts
Who just disappeared
Los companeros born in the war,
From Belfast to San Salvador

Whad'a you got to do to get through
They're deaf as a graveyard
What does Nicaragua say to you?

Think of the midnight, silver and black,
Think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back
For running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills,
They can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los companeros born in the war,
Viva El Salvador

Los companeros born in the war,
Viva El Salvador

Los companeros born in the war,
Viva El Salvador

Los companeros born in the war,
Viva El Salvador.