Paroles The ballad of sacco and vanzetti, part three Joan Baez

The ballad of sacco and vanzetti, part three

(Lyrics 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

Let not also the years be wasted

Forgive me, son, for this unjust death

Which takes your father from your side

Forgive me all who are my friends

I am with you, so do not cry

If mother wants to be distracted

From the sadness and the soulness

You take her for a walk

Along the quiet country

And rest beneath the shade of trees

Where here and there you gather flowers

Beside the music and the water

Is the peacefulness of nature

She will enjoy it very much

And surely you'll enjoy it too

But son, you must remember

Do not use it all yourself

But down yourself one little step

To help the weak ones by your side

Forgive me, son, for this unjust death

Which takes your father from your side

Forgive me all who are my friends

I am with you, so do not cry

The weaker ones that cry for help

The persecuted and the victim

They are your friends

And comrades in the fight

And yes, they sometimes fall

Just like your father

Yes, your father and Bartolo

They have fallen

And yesterday they fought and fell

But in the quest for joy and freedom

And in the struggle of this life you'll find

That there is love and sometimes more

Yes, in the struggle you will find

That you can love and be loved also

Forgive me all who are my friends

I am with you

I beg of you, do not cry