Jarama (Take the Road)

Red, yellow and purple, the colours of the old brigade
From the back streets of England, for the Catalan Ramblas they made

Into the valley to fight for the freedom of all
From the fascists and blackshirts awaiting the city to fall

And the cold, colder night brings a tear as their minds wander home
Taken home for the last time, taken home before the evening's close
With a fear in their eyes as they go

Through the grey smoky light above fires they lit on the ground
Were the men of the 15th, dug in and soon to be found
Fear and confusion collide in the trench miles from home
As angry hot metal lets fly and the battle explodes

And the cold, colder night brings a tear as their minds wander home
Taken home for the last time, taken home before the evening's close
With a fear in their eyes as they go
Taken home for the last time, taken home before the evening's close
With a fear in their eyes as they go

And the cold winter fear of a heart riven like stone
And the last words they hear as they go, take the road

Red, yellow and purple the colours of the old brigade
From the back streets of England, for the Catalan Ramblas they made

And the cold, colder night brings a tear as their minds wander home
Taken home for the last time, taken home before the evening's close
With a fear in their eyes as they go
Taken home for the last time, taken home before the evening's close

With a fear in their eyes as they go
Time won't take what life won't ever change
Stay the same



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Writer(s): Darren Johnson
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