Lyrics Lebanon - Joan Baez

The land is still, the sea is glistening
The morning dove is on the wind
Beneath the cedar trees, the endless scar
We come to Lebanon to die in spring
I am a farmer's son from Israel
I am a carpenter from Palestine
Allah be praised, Jehovah's will be done
Why must I die tonight in Lebanon?
This is a season of awakening
We should be laughing in the sun
We should be planting seeds in the empty fields
Instead of dynamite in Lebanon
I am a farmer's son from Israel
I am a carpenter from Palestine
We are the children of the Chosen Ones
Why must we die tonight in Lebanon?
Tonight we sing again the ancient songs
Tonight we sing while widows weep
Tonight, while harvest scares the birds of songs
Their songs are dying in the streets
How many years have there been refugees?
People despised, people alone
People denied their sovereignty
Denied their dignity, denied their home
I am a farmer's son from Israel
I am a carpenter from Palestine
Allah be praised, Jehovah's will be done
Why must I die tonight in Lebanon?
I am a farmer's son from Iowa
I am a carpenter from Maryland
We are the evidence of things to come
We are the dead tonight in Lebanon