Joan Baez - El Salvador

Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonligth

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

Theese are the days when it seems like there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear

Praise for the ones who are buried gone, and to the strong hearts who just disappeared

Los Companeros, born in the war, from Belfast to San Salvador.

What'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 & 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.