El Salvador - Christy Moore

A girl cries in the early morning

Woken by the sound of a gun

She knows somewhere somebody s dying

Beneath the rising sun

Outside the window of her cabaa

The shadows are full of her fears

She knows her lover is out there somewhere

He s been on the run for a year

Oh the soul of El Salvador

Bells ring out in the chapel steeple

A priest prepares to say mass

The sad congregation come tired and hungry

To pray that trouble will pass

Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets

Where his crowd gathers round

Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood

Where the boby is found

Oh the soul of El Salvador

Out on the ranch the rich man s preparing

To go for his morning ride

They ve saddled his horse out in the corral

He walks out full of pride

He looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures

A president made in the past

Peasants in rags the stand back for they know

That El Rico travels fast

Over the soul of El Salvador

A girl cries in the early morning

Woken by the sound of a gun

She knows somewhere somebody s dying

Beneath the rising sun

Outside the window of her cabaa

The shadows are full of her fears

She knows her lover is out there somewhere

He s been on the run for a year

Oh the soul of El Salvador

Oh the soul of El Salvador

Oh the soul of El Salvador