Monsieur le Président Je vous fais une lettre Que vous lirez peut-être Si vous avez le temps Je viens de recevoir Mes papiers militaires Pour partir à la guerre Avant mercredi soir Monsieur le Président Je ne veux pas la faire Je ne suis pas sur terre Pour tuer des pauvres gens C'est pas pour vous fâcher Il faut que je vous dise Ma décision est prise Je m'en vais déserter
Depuis que je suis né J'ai vu mourir mon père J'ai vu partir mes frères Et pleurer mes enfants Ma mère a tant souffert Elle est dedans sa tombe Et se moque des bombes Et se moque des vers Quand j'étais prisonnier On m'a volé ma femme On m'a volé mon âme Et tout mon cher passé Demain de bon matin Je fermerai ma porte Au nez des années mortes J'irai sur les chemins
Je mendierai ma vie Sur les routes de France De Bretagne en Provence Et je dirai aux gens: Refusez d'obéir Refusez de la faire N'allez pas à la guerre Refusez de partir S'il faut donner son sang Allez donner le vôtre Vous êtes bon apôtre Monsieur le Président Si vous me poursuivez Prévenez vos gendarmes Que je n'aurai pas d'armes Et qu'ils pourront tirer
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him, him standing by my bed, "They framed you on a murder charge," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."
"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, they shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die"
And standing there as big as life and smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill went on to organize, went on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine, in every mine and mill, where working-men defend their rights, it's there you find Joe Hill, it's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
Para ver e ouvir Joan Baeza cantar «Joe Hill» no Operation Ceasefire Concert em Washington DC a 24 de Setembro de 2005, clicar AQUI
Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side.
Oh the history books tell it They tell it so well The cavalries charged The Indians fell The cavalries charged The Indians died Oh the country was young With God on its side.
Oh the Spanish-American War had its day And the Civil War too Was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I's made to memorize With guns in their hands And God on their side.
Oh the First World War, boys It came and it went The reason for fighting I never did get But I learned to accept it Accept it with pride For you don't count the dead When God's on your side.
In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this That Jesus Christ Was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you You'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin' I'm weary as Hell The confusion I'm feelin' Ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head And fall to the floor And if God's on our side He'll stop the next war.
