Woken by the sound of a gun
She knows somewhere somebody's dying
Beneath the rising sun
Outside the window of her cabaña
The shadows are full of her fears
She knows her lover is out there somewhere
He's been on the run for a year
Oh, the soul of El Salvador
The bells ring out in the chapel steeple
A priest prepares to say mass
The sad congregation come tired and hungry
To pray that troubles will pass
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
Where the crowd gathers round
Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where his body is found
Oh, the soul of El Salvador
Out on the ranch the rich man's preparing
To go for his morning ride
They've saddled his horse out in the corral
He walks out full of pride
He looks like a cowboy in one of those pictures
A president made in the past
Peasants in rags, they stand back for they know
That El Rico gallops fast
Over the soul of El Salvador
A girl cries in the early morning Woken by the sound of a gun She knows somewhere somebody's dying Beneath the rising sun Outside the window of her cabaña The shadows are full of her fears She knows her lover is out there somewhere He's been on the run for a year Oh, the soul of El Salvador The bells ring out in the chapel steeple A priest prepares to say mass The sad congregation come tired and hungry To pray that troubles will pass Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets Where the crowd gathers round Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood Where his body is found Oh, the soul of El Salvador Out on the ranch the rich man's preparing To go for his morning ride They've saddled his horse out in the corral He walks out full of pride He looks like a cowboy in one of those pictures A president made in the past Peasants in rags, they stand back for they know That El Rico gallops fast Over the soul of El Salvador Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/c/christy_moore/el_salvador.html
