The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti, Part Three Lyrics

My son, instead of crying be strongBe brave and comfort your motherDon't cry for the tears are wastedLet not also the years be wastedForgive me, son, for this unjust deathWhich takes your father from your sideForgive me all who are my friendsI am with you, so do not cryIf mother wants to be distractedFrom the sadness and the soulnessYou take her for a walkAlong the quiet countryAnd rest beneath the shade of treesWhere here and there you gather flowersBeside the music and the waterIs the peacefulness of natureShe will enjoy it very muchAnd surely you'll enjoy it tooBut son, you must rememberDo not use it all yourselfBut down yourself one little stepTo help the weak ones by your sideForgive me, son, for this unjust deathWhich takes your father from your sideForgive me all who are my friendsI am with you, so do not cryThe weaker ones that cry for helpThe persecuted and the victimThey are your friendsAnd comrades in the fightAnd yes, they sometimes fallJust like your fatherYes, your father and BartoloThey have fallenAnd yesterday they fought and fellBut in the quest for joy and freedomAnd in the struggle of this life you'll findThat there is love and sometimes moreYes, in the struggle you will findThat you can love and be loved alsoForgive me all who are my friendsI am with youI beg of you, do not cry