A (Em) girl cries out in the (D) early morning,
(B) Woken by the sound of a (Em) gun;
She knows somewhere (D) someone
(B) Bleeding in the rising (C) sun.
(G) Outside the window (D) of her cabana
(C) Shadows are full of her
(G) She knows her lover (D) is out there somewhere –
(C) He’s been fighting now for a (B) year
heal (C) the soul (D) of El Salvador (Em).
The moon like a skull is over the country,
The sky to the east is blood-red.
A general wakes up and takes his
While he sits on his bed.
Outside the barracks soldiers are marching back
With their guns in their hands;
general goes out, salutes his army,
And issues new commands;
He makes the guns roar in El Salvador.
Bells ring out in a chapel steeple;
A priest prepares to say mass.
A sad congregation come tired and hungry
pray their troubles will pass.
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
Where the bodies are found;
mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where a crowd gathers round;
They cry for the soul of El Salvador.