Guantanamera

The words mean, I am a truthful man From the land of the palm trees And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul My poems are soft green, My poems are also flaming crimson My poems are like a wounded fawn Seeking refuge in the forest The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra" With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate The streams of the mountain Pleases me more than the sea --- Guantanamera - Pete Seeger