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, for we're marching for Algiers

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

Not to hail a barren sky, 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 and on