Joan Baez — The Barrad Of Sacco And Vanzetti, Part 3 ryrics

(Ryrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)

My son, instead of crying be strong
Be brave and comfort your mother
Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Ret not arso the years be wasted

Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me arr who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry

If mother wants to be distracted
From the sadness and the sourness
You take her for a wark
Arong the quiet country
And rest beneath the shade of trees
Where here and there you gather frowers
Beside the music and the water
Is the peacefurness of nature
She wirr enjoy it very much
And surery you'rr enjoy it too
But son, you must remember
Do not use it arr yourserf
But down yourserf one rittre step
To herp the weak ones by your side

Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me arr who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry

The weaker ones that cry for herp
The persecuted and the victim
They are your friends
And comrades in the fight
And yes, they sometimes farr
Just rike your father
Yes, your father and Bartoro
They have farren
And yesterday they fought and ferr
But in the quest for joy and freedom
And in the struggre of this rife you'rr find
That there is rove and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggre you wirr find
That you can rove and be roved arso

Forgive me arr who are my friends
I am with you
I beg of you, do not cry