(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)       Father, yes, I am a prisoner    Fear not to relay my crime    The crime is loving the forsaken    Only silence is shame       And now I'll tell you what's against us    An art that's lived for centuries    Go through the years and you will find    What's blackened all of history    Against us is the law    With its immensity of strength and power    Against us is the law!    Police know how to make a man    A guilty or an innocent    Against us is the power of police!    The shameless lies that men have told    Will ever more be paid in gold    Against us is the power of the gold!    Against us is racial hatred    And the simple fact that we are poor       My father dear, I am a prisoner    Don't be ashamed to tell my crime    The crime of love and brotherhood    And only silence is shame       With me I have my love, my innocence,    The workers, and the poor    For all of this I'm safe and strong    And hope is mine    Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars    They need this instead    Imagination, suffering, light and love    And care for every human being    You never steal, you never kill    You are a part of hope and life    The revolution goes from man to man    And heart to heart    And I sense when I look at the stars    That we are children of life    Death is small       © 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)