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My name is Stanley Jones I am a TurnerBut I know what is wrong and what is rightWe’re going down to Spain in brigade strengthWe’re going down to Spain to join the fight Europe in the 30’s war was coming The signs were there to see on every sideSomeone has to take a stand somewhereSomeone has to dam the (Fascist) tideAnd we were young and things they seemed so clear cutAnd the morning light was shining in our eyesComrade which side do you fight for Will you listen to the truth or to the lies? We came from every country in Europe To join the international brigadeAnd from the US came the lads of LincolnAnd the rifles in our hands were Soviet made We’d all been to the meetings and the ralliesWe knew that there would be no turning back For a time we believed in Comrade Stalin But Comrade Stalin shot us in the backCh I can see my comrades still they march beside meAlong that dusty road in northern SpainI hear the cries of men charging forward I hear the screams of men who fall in painAnd we were young and things were very differentThrough tears - the goodbye to my ‘mamI said I’m going to Spain to fight the fascists I’m going to stick my bloody finger in the dam There was Manny from the East End there was Jockywho built the ships that sailed out from the ClydeAnd Jonesy from the mines down in South WalesThese were the boys who bloody triedAnd Johnny was the man who came from college (or ‘Oxford’?) With a voice who spoke so lah di dahBut you should have heard the silence round the campfire as he read his poems underneath the starsCh In my care home now I sit and stare here My buried thoughts are turning once againTo the sounds and the smell and the pictures of that fight we had down in sunny SpainMy granddaughter will open up the suitcasewith the red flag and the earth of dusty SpainI hope she knows the side she is takingAnd never has to do the same againCh |
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