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