A girl cries in the early morning
Woken by the sound of a gun
She knows somewhere somebody's dying

Beneath the rising sun
Outside the window of her cabaa


The shadows are full of her fears

She knows her lover is out there somewhere

He's been on the run for a year

Oh, the soul of El Salvador


Bells ring out in the chapel steeple
A priest prepares to say mass

The sad congregation come tired and hungry
To pray that trouble will pass
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets

Where his crowd gathers round.
Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where the boby is found


Oh, the soul of El Salvador


Out on the ranch the rich man's preparing
To go for his morning ride
They've saddled his horse out in the corral

He walks out full of pride
He looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
A president made in the past

Peasants in rags, the stand back for they know
That El Rico travels fast


Over the soul of El Salvador

A girl cries in the early morning

Woken by the sound of a gun
She knows somewhere somebody's dying
Beneath the rising sun

Outside the window of her cabaa

The shadows are full of her fears


She knows her lover is out there somewhere
He's been on the run for a year


Oh, the soul of El Salvador
Oh, the soul of El Salvador

Oh, the soul of El Salvador