Sketches Of Spain

The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain

The war is rolling over Spain

Men and women running with sticks of dynamite

Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night

In the window near the last 'o' of the sign 'Hotel Colon'

Machine guns sweep the square for fun

The rich draw the steel curtain

The poor just lock the door

They don't want this war no more

It never never never never never stops never stops

It never never never never never stops never stops

In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack

A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag

The boredom and the lack of sleep

The tin cans in the mud

Red is the colour of our blood

We never never never never never stop never stop

We never never never never never stop never stop

I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt

I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter

I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt

I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter

The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain

The war is rolling over Spain

Men and women running with sticks of dynamite

Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night

They never never never never never stop never stop

They never never never never never stop never stop

I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt

I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter

I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt

I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter

Knives can cut fist can beat