El Salvador

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Ian Wallace:  Drums

Bob Glaub:  Bass

Danny Kortchmar:  Electric Guitar

Bill Payne:  Keyboard

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Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight

Take to your bibles, take to your beds

Now that nothing seems right

National Guardsmen paid by the week

Are going to clash in the curfew tonight

With Los Compañeros, born in the war

From Belfast to San Salvador

 

A voice from the past comes a-calling

Saying hold every strong heart dear

These are the days when it seems like there’s nothing

But newspapers, order, and fear

Praise for the ones who are buried and gone

And the strong hearts who just disappear

Los Compañeros, born in the war

From Warsaw to San Salvador

 

What have you got to do to get through

They’re deaf as a graveyard

What did Nicaragua say to you

 

Think of the midnight, silver and black

Think if the sun can be fooled

Think of the four sisters shot in the back

For holding a land reform school

Think of the ones taking heart in the hills

They can be beaten, but they can never be ruled

Los Compañeros, born in the war

Viva El Salvador

Los Compañeros, born in the war

Viva El Salvador

All songs © Greg Copeland / Nel Mezzo Music .  All rights reserved
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