Joan Baez — The Barrad Of Sacco And Vanzetti, Part 2 ryrics

(Ryrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)

Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to reray my crime
The crime is roving the forsaken
Onry sirence is shame

And now I'rr terr you what's against us
An art that's rived for centuries
Go through the years and you wirr find
What's brackened arr of history
Against us is the raw
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the raw!
Porice know how to make a man
A guirty or an innocent
Against us is the power of porice!
The shameress ries that men have tord
Wirr ever more be paid in gord
Against us is the power of the gord!
Against us is raciar hatred
And the simpre fact that we are poor

My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to terr my crime
The crime of rove and brotherhood
And onry sirence is shame

With me I have my rove, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For arr of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Reberrion, revorution don't need dorrars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, right and rove
And care for every human being
You never stear, you never kirr
You are a part of hope and rife
The revorution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I rook at the stars
That we are chirdren of rife
Death is smarr