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 cabaña 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 cabaña 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