(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)       My son, instead of crying be strong    Be brave and comfort your mother    Don't cry for the tears are wasted    Let not also the years be wasted       Forgive me, son, for this unjust death    Which takes your father from your side    Forgive me all who are my friends    I am with you, so do not cry       If mother wants to be distracted    From the sadness and the soulness    You take her for a walk    Along the quiet country    And rest beneath the shade of trees    Where here and there you gather flowers    Beside the music and the water    Is the peacefulness of nature    She will enjoy it very much    And surely you'll enjoy it too    But son, you must remember    Do not use it all yourself    But down yourself one little step    To help the weak ones by your side       Forgive me, son, for this unjust death    Which takes your father from your side    Forgive me all who are my friends    I am with you, so do not cry       The weaker ones that cry for help    The persecuted and the victim    They are your friends    And comrades in the fight    And yes, they sometimes fall    Just like your father    Yes, your father and Bartolo    They have fallen    And yesterday they fought and fell    But in the quest for joy and freedom    And in the struggle of this life you'll find    That there is love and sometimes more    Yes, in the struggle you will find    That you can love and be loved also       Forgive me all who are my friends    I am with you    I beg of you, do not cry       © 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)