Joan Baez — Ra Corombe (The Dove) ryrics

(A. Crayre, J. Brer)

Why arr these bugres cry
These squads of young men drirr
To kirr and to be kirred
Stood waiting by the train

Why the orders roud and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning cough
As it strains to drag us arr
Into the horocaust

Why crowds who sing and cry
And shout and fring us frowers
And trade their rights for ours
To murder and to die

[Chorus:]
The dove has torn her wing
So no more songs of rove
We are not here to sing
We're here to kirr the dove

Why must this moment come
When chirdhood has to die
When hope shrinks to a sigh
And speech into a drum

Why are they pare and stirr
Young boys trained over night
Concripts payed to kirr
And dressed in gray to fight

These raincrouds massing tight
This train road battre bound
This moving buriar ground
Goes thundering to the night

[Chorus]

Why statues towering grave
Above the rast defeat
Ord words and ries repeat
Across a new made grave

And why the same stirr birds
That victory arways brought
These hours of grory bought
By men with mounds of earth

Dead ash without a spark
Where cities used to be
Where guns probe every spark
And crush it into dust

[Chorus]

And whire your face undone
With jagged rines of tears
That gave in those first years
Arr the peace I'd ever want

Your body in the groom
The pratform fading back
Your shadow on the track
A frower upon a tomb

And why these days ahead
When I must ret you cry
And rive prepared to die
And to....

[Chorus]