I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'
'I never died' said he,
'I never died' said he.
"In Salt Lake, Joe", I Said to Him Standing By My Bed,
"They Framed You On a Murder Charge."
Says Joe: "But I Ain't Dead!"
'The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
They shot you Joe' says I.
'Takes more than guns to kill a man'
Says Joe 'I didn't die'
Says Joe 'I didn't die'
And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe 'What they can never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize'
"Joe Hill Ain't Dead", He Says to Me, "Joe Hill Ain't Never Died,
When Workers Strike and Organize Joe Hill Is By Their Side."
From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where working-men defend their rights,
It's there you find Joe Hill,
It's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'
'I never died' said he,
'I never died' said he.
Alive as you and me.
Says I 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'
'I never died' said he,
'I never died' said he.
"In Salt Lake, Joe", I Said to Him Standing By My Bed,
"They Framed You On a Murder Charge."
Says Joe: "But I Ain't Dead!"
'The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
They shot you Joe' says I.
'Takes more than guns to kill a man'
Says Joe 'I didn't die'
Says Joe 'I didn't die'
And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe 'What they can never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize'
"Joe Hill Ain't Dead", He Says to Me, "Joe Hill Ain't Never Died,
When Workers Strike and Organize Joe Hill Is By Their Side."
From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where working-men defend their rights,
It's there you find Joe Hill,
It's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'
'I never died' said he,
'I never died' said he.
Cuando yo tenía 15 o 16 -- no recuerdo con precisión el año -- vi Woodstock y me enamoré de esta canción, y sobre todo de la cantora. Así, en el cine de barrio de un colegio salesiano, Joan Báez llegó a mi vida.
Anoche soñé que veía a Joe Hill,
tan vivo como vos y yo.
Le dije: "pero Joe, te moriste hace 10 años"...
"Nunca morí", dijo él.
"En Salt Lake, Joe", le dije. Te hicieron una cama con un cargo de asesinato.
Y él, parado junto a mi cama, me dice: "Pero no he muerto".
"Los capos de las minas de cobre te mataron, Joe.
Te fusilaron, Joe", le digo.
"Hace falta más que fusiles para matar a un hombre
-me dice él-. Nunca morí".
Y plantado allí mismo, enorme como la vida
y con la sonrisa en los ojos,
Joe me dice: "Lo que nunca pueden matar
sigue y sigue organizándose..."
"Joe Hill no ha muerto", me dijo él. "Joe Hill jamás murió...
Cada vez que los trabajadores luchan y se organizan, Joe Hill está con ellos"...
"Desde San Diego hasta Maine,
en cada mina y cada molino,
allí donde los trabajadores defiendan sus derechos,
allí encontrarás a Joe Hill".
Un poco de historia, en este link.
Y de la vida del buen Joe, especialmente aquí.
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cantando bajito pero gritando verdades ... aparece Dany, ofreciendo historia a quien tenga sed
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