Broken Flag

Nodding tho the lamps lit low, nod for passers underground.
To and fro shes darning, and the land is weeping red and pale.
Weeping yarn from algiers. weeping yarn from algiers.
Weaving tho the eyes are pale, what will rend will also mend.
The sifting cloth is binding, and the dream she weaves will never end.
For were marching toward algiers. for were marching toward algiers.
Lullaby tho babys gone. lullaby a broken song.
Oh, the cradle was our call. when it rocked we carried on.
And we marched on toward algiers. for were marching toward algiers
Were still marching for algiers. marching, marching for algiers.
Not to hail a barren sky. sifting cloth is weeping red.
The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears weve shed.
In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms.
Well be gone but theyll go on and on and on and on and on.