Browne Jackson El Salvador Lyrics

El Salvador Lyrics

(performed by Joan Baez & Jackson Browne from her album Speaking of Dreams)

 

 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