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If They Come in the Morning

Jack Warshaw
Lingua: Inglese


Jack Warshaw


They call it the law, apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence..
The law that they made to keep you and me where they think we belong..
They who hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine guns and spies,
And tell us who suffer their tear gas and the torture that we're in the wrong.

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.

The trade union leaders, the writers, the rebels, the fighters and all
And the strikers who fought with the cops at the factory gate
The sons and the daughters of unnumbered heroes who paid with their lives
And the poor folk whose class or creed or belief was their only mistake..

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.

They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, wrote letters, went crazy and died.
The limits of pain they endured but the loneliness got them instead.
The courts gave them justice as justice is given by well-mannered thugs.
Sometimes they fought for the will to survive -and sometimes they wished they were dead.

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.

They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in their time.
They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of his friends.
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Capetown and Belfast,
And places that never make headlines, the list never ends..

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.

They tell us that here we are free to do and to say what we please
To march and to write and to sing, as long as we do it alone
But say it and do it with comrades united and strong
And they'll give you a long rest with walls and barbed wire for a home

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.

The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on the beat,
The C.I.D., Branchmen, spies and informers do their job as well;
And behind them the men who tap phones and take pictures and program computers and file
And the men who gives orders to come and take you to a cell.

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the siren is the cry of the morning.

So come all you people who give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on,
They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean that the war isn't on.
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your comrades do
And the death squad can only get through to them if first they can get through to you.

No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning,
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why,
And the sound of the si-ren is the cry of the morning.



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