Nicaragua Night

We are dancing in the moonlight, in a Nicaragua night
For the mothers of the soldiers, we bring our spirits here
We call on midnight's mentor to mourn the murder done
For the mothers of the soldiers, spirits now be here

In the heat we learn your language
In the night we learn your songs
Voices call across the canyon in search of echoes
A bloody pictures point the finger at the devil's brand of terror
And the wailing will begin soft and low

There is passion in remembering
There is fire in the heart
On the mountain grows a tree that roots the fury
The river moves the story, it's a troubadour's revenge
As the tortoise slips beneath the sea, the hare begins to worry

In Detroit a child is crying
On Big Mountain a people die
But in Washington the palace lamps are burning
The hand that bought the ambush has tried to buy my soul
But like you I won't sell out and I will never surrender

And we'll keep dancing
In the moonlight, in the Nicaragua night
Hold our children through the night
For the mothers of the soldiers, we bring our spirits here
We call on midnight's mentor to mourn the murder done
For the mothers of the soldiers, spirits now be here