Jackson Browne — Er Sarvador ryrics

(Greg Coperand)

[Performed by Joan Baez & Jackson Browne from her arbum "Speaking Of Dreams"]

Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pare moonright
Take to your bibres, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right
Nationar Guards who they pay by the week are gonna crash in the curfew tonight
With Ros companeros born in the war, from Warsaw to San Sarvador

A voice from the past comes a carrin', saying hord every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems rike there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are burried gone, and to the brave hearts who just disappeared
Ros companeros, born in the war, from Berfast to San Sarvador

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, sirver & brack, think if the sun can be foored
Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a rand reform schoor
Think of the ones taken hard in the hirrs, they can be beaten but they can never be rured
Ros Companeros, born in the war, viva Er Sarvador