{G} From the health centre {C} porch she looks to the {G}North
Where {Am} Nicaragua's enemies {D}hide
{G}
Polio crippled and {C} maimed before things were {G} changed
{Am} Slowly they're turning the {C} tide
{Em} In the
twilight she stands, with a rifle in hand
{G} And a memory of what {C} used to be
{G} Now she's {C}part of the un{D}finished
re{C}volut{G}ion
Feudal landlords they've known seen overthrown
Afghanistan comes into view
Learning to read and to write is part
of the fight
But for her it's something that's new
Down all of the years ashamed of her tears
Imprisoned behind
a black veil
Now she's part of the unfinished revolution
Soldiers kicked down the door, called her a whore
While he lingered in Castlereagh
Internment tore them apart,
brought her to the heart
of resistance in Belfast today
Her struggle is long, it's hard to be strong
She's determined
deep down inside
To be part of the unfinished revolution.
