Joan Baez, Jackson Browne - El Salvador lyrics

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 to the brave 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 & 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