Mi Pais, mi Catalonia -- When?
When you comin' home?
When you comin' home?
Well, my heart is near home
ever home
None play our music
None paint our pictures
None make our spirit glow
My body's leaving but not me
Your face we will see
On the day that we're free
So go -- Pablo
When danger threatens I must flee

The darkness comes
with a roll of the drums

Dark! Dark!

All the people work
Yet there is no pay
No pay -- low pay
All the people work
Yet the children hunger on, Pablo

Hear me say Madre, mi Madre
The everlasting light of art
Will ever shine
As long as I'm away from home
The devil strikes without warning
Turn life's wheel arounBlack is white, wrong is right,
up is down

Life is heavy 'neath these
new Conquistadores
Los Conquistadores acted nice
while at home
Madre