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 are 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 Algiers,
 For we're marching toward Algiers
 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 for Algiers
 We're 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 we've shed
 In the sky a broken flag,
 Children wave and raise their arms
 We'll be gone but they'll go on
 And on and on and on and on