(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) 



My son, instead of crying be strong 

Be brave and comfort your mother 

Don't cry for the tears are wasted 

Let not also the years be wasted 



Forgive me, son, for this unjust death 

Which takes your father from your side 

Forgive me all who are my friends 

I am with you, so do not cry 



If mother wants to be distracted 

From the sadness and the soulness 

You take her for a walk 

Along the quiet country 

And rest beneath the shade of trees 

Where here and there you gather flowers 

Beside the music and the water 

Is the peacefulness of nature 

She will enjoy it very much 

And surely you'll enjoy it too 

But son, you must remember 

Do not use it all yourself 

But down yourself one little step 

To help the weak ones by your side 



Forgive me, son, for this unjust death 

Which takes your father from your side 

Forgive me all who are my friends 

I am with you, so do not cry 



The weaker ones that cry for help 

The persecuted and the victim 

They are your friends 

And comrades in the fight 

And yes, they sometimes fall 

Just like your father 

Yes, your father and Bartolo 

They have fallen 

And yesterday they fought and fell 

But in the quest for joy and freedom 

And in the struggle of this life you'll find 

That there is love and sometimes more 

Yes, in the struggle you will find 

That you can love and be loved also 



Forgive me all who are my friends 

I am with you 

I beg of you, do not cry 



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