Broken Flag

Nodding though the lamp's lit low. Nod for passers underground

To and fro she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale

Weeping yarn from Algiers. Weeping yarn from Algiers

Weaving though the eyes are pale. What will rend will also mend

The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end

For we're marching toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers

Lullaby though baby's gone. Lullaby a broken song

Oh, the cradle was our call. When it rocked we carried on

And we marched on toward Algiers. Forward marching toward Algiers

We're still marching for Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers

Not to hail a barren sky. The sifting cloth is weeping red

The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed

In the sky a broken flag. Children wave and raise their arms

We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on