Lyrics
And the fruit boats ride on the waves
And the crew will dream of returning
Back to the Florida waters
For the work of unloading onto the trains
And the ships will dance by the shore
With fruit from Venezuela
Brazil and Costa Rica
But the Fruit from the Island of Cuba is carried no more
And on the decks it will lay
Picked by the hands of the peons at the lowest possible wages
While the profits are made by the strangers from far away
Now some pick the fruit of the vine
While others will go to the mountain
And eat the fruit of the hillside
And learn the way of the rifle, wait for the time
Allianza dollars are spent
To raise the towering buildings
For the weary bones of the workers
So they will be strong in the morning to go back again
Oh the companies keep a sharp eye
And pay their respects to the army
To watch for the hot-blooded leaders
And be prepared for the junta to crush them like flies
So heavy the price that they pay
As daily the fruit it is stolen
Over the blue Carribean
But the lengthening shadow of Cuba will hinder the way
(Repeat 1st verse)
Notes
Broadside #64
(C) 1965 Barricade Music, Inc.