Lyrics

If I could swim the channel and pass through the hills
I’d become a soldier and fight the world’s ills
I’d raise up my rifle and I’d fire o’er the plain
And I’d beat back the beast from the mountains of Spain

I’d lift my hand to rid the world of tyranny and pain
Or I’d die and leave my body in the mountains of Spain

I’d brandish my weapon and I’d fly the colors high
And I’d lead on my brothers with a great battle cry
And I’d rescue the workers and the farmers of the grain
From the tip of Gibraltar to the mountains of Spain

I’d lift my hand to rid the world of tyranny and pain
Or I’d die and leave my body in the mountains of Spain

In the end when all had faded and the world had been won
And the beast would lie defeated in the bright morning sun
I’d tear off a lock from the beast’s wilted mane
And I’d carry it with me from the mountains of Spain

I’d lift my hand to rid the world of tyranny and pain
Or I’d die and leave my body in the mountains of Spain
And the air would breathe easy for all who remain
And the flowers would grow sweet o’er me in the mountains of Spain
Yes the flowers would grow sweeter in the mountains of Spain