SILVER DURO

By Na- Mara


Performances of Silver Duro by Na-Mara can be seen Here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvLLurWc24o
And Here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBBVuxdRq2g

On the quayside at Santurce, our tears they mixed with rain
We held tight until parted, and swore that we’d soon meet again,
With a wink and a kiss, as the wind it did blow,
You pressed in my hand, as I turned to go,
A silver duro

And all through that long journey, the Habana did roll and heave
To England we were heading, but for our mothers did grieve
Down below decks, we were pitched to and fro
But my fingers held tight to that treasure bestowed
My silver duro

For eight long years then we travelled, moving from town to town
We enjoyed the kindness of strangers and feared not the xenophobe’s frown
But my thoughts turned to Spain when my spirits ran low,
When staring at rain through a dusty window
Or my silver duro

When at last peace had returned, I started to count the days
But with the cruel revenges of Franco, you implored me to stay away
From a boy to a man, as the years they turned slow
Until all I had left was a faded photo
And that silver duro

When at last we were united, the tears of joy did pour
A dream made real in that moment, a grown man a son once more
Around you then, my arms I did throw
I opened my fist and to you I did show
Our silver duro

And now we are together, we never once more shall part
No writer, painter or poet can capture the love in my heart,
But we’ll never forget that pain long ago
When the rain it did fall and the tears they did flow,
Or that silver duro

© na-mara: Words and Music P.Mcnamara / R.Garcia

Thanks to Rob Garcia for giving me permission to post the lyrics to Silver Duro.He also gave me permission to post the following information about this new song.
'The Silver Duro' is another of na-mara's original songs about the Spanish Civil War and the evacuation of the children from Bilbao in May 1937, following the bombing of Guernica. The ‘Silver Duro’ is a sequel to their first song ‘Only for Three months’, and tells of the reunification of some of the children with their parents at the end of the Second World War - ten years after they had been evacuated from Bilbao'.