My banjo arrangment of the song Palestine by Jim Page.
Find out more about Jim here – www.jimpage.net
I’ll tell you a story, make it clear as I can
About the far away troubles in the holy land
Pictures of the children etched in your mind
Layin’ down their bodies on the firing line
The people who live there, they live under the gun
Where it was homeland for a thousand years before the soldiers come
Surrounded by the armies, airplanes in the sky
Everybody knows someone who had to die
Oh Palestine, there’s a hole in your soul
Oh Palestine, will it ever be whole?
Talk about the settlers, come from so far away
Talk about the money from the U.S.A.
Talk about the bullets made of plastic and steel
Pictures of a Palestine underneath the Iron Heel
What do you do when they come to your home?
And they tell you your land is no longer your own
Do you let them take it, do you dare to resist?
Pictures of a Palestine underneath the Iron Fist
You say you want peace but you pay for subjugation
You talk about a settlement in terms of occupation
You call for human rights but Ye never say what kind
You can see what it’s come to in the faces of Palestine
Does it ever make you think about the friends you endorse?
The armies of the generals riding on an iron horse
Does it ever make you wonder why it always seems to be
Such an undemocratic version of democracy?
Oh Palestine, there’s a hole in your soul
Oh Palestine, will it ever be whole?
Oh Palestine, there’s a hole in your soul
Oh Palestine, let your story be told