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 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 Algier
For we're marching toward Algier

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 toward Algiers
We're still marching for Algiers

For we're marching toward Algier
For we're marching toward Algier

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
Choldren wave and raise their arms
We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on