One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the partisans   And two of his companions   Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives      Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads   The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by   Jesus called out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving   They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return"      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands      The people smiled and shouted   And they ran along a little while   Then stood and watched   Their hands were restless and empty      The body of Jesus was in the jeep   That they blew up before it reached the plane   The priest was proud to bless him   For what there was of him remaining in the afternoon      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands      There is no one who can show you   The road you should be on   They only tell you, they can show you   And then tomorrow they are gone      The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut   Where on the table lies the body of a man   His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled   Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light      People from the village those who knew him, those who killed him   Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and empty   They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air   And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands      There is no one who can show you   The road you should be on   They only tell you, they can show you   And then tomorrow they are gone      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands      There is no one who can show you   The road you should be on   They only tell you, they can show you   And then tomorrow they are gone      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands      There is no one who can show you   The road you should be on   They only tell you, they can show you   And then tomorrow they are gone      Continue with your work   Continue with your talk   You have it in your hands   To own your lives, to own your lands