JUST ANOTHER BORDER

 

Just another border.. just like any other

From Africa to India they keep us from each other

Oh Kathleen ‘maith an cailin’

Drove us down to Mexico to a place we’d never been

 

Country music on the radio, old songs we used to know

Like ‘Vaya Con Dios’ and ‘Tell Him He’ll Have To Go’

Through Coachella valley along highway one eleven

Migrant workers eating dust on that long highway to heaven

 

Then on down to Mexicali where painted Madonnas

Make faded promises about better tomorrows

In that bitter vale of tears the faithful toil and pray

And keep right on believing there’ll come a better day

 

But it’s just another border, just like any other

From Africa to India they keep us from each other

Oh Kathleen I’m glad these eyes have seen

The sorry truth that gives the lie

To ‘far off fields being green’

 

Oh Kathleen ‘maith an cailin’

Drove us down to Mexico to a place we’d never been

Kathleen drove us down to Mexico to a place we’d never been

© Errol Walsh