(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) 



Father, yes, I am a prisoner 

Fear not to relay my crime 

The crime is loving the forsaken 

Only silence is shame 



And now I'll tell you what's against us 

An art that's lived for centuries 

Go through the years and you will find 

What's blackened all of history 

Against us is the law 

With its immensity of strength and power 

Against us is the law! 

Police know how to make a man 

A guilty or an innocent 

Against us is the power of police! 

The shameless lies that men have told 

Will ever more be paid in gold 

Against us is the power of the gold! 

Against us is racial hatred 

And the simple fact that we are poor 



My father dear, I am a prisoner 

Don't be ashamed to tell my crime 

The crime of love and brotherhood 

And only silence is shame 



With me I have my love, my innocence, 

The workers, and the poor 

For all of this I'm safe and strong 

And hope is mine 

Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars 

They need this instead 

Imagination, suffering, light and love 

And care for every human being 

You never steal, you never kill 

You are a part of hope and life 

The revolution goes from man to man 

And heart to heart 

And I sense when I look at the stars 

That we are children of life 

Death is small 



© 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)