The good ship Granma lies at anchor in the harbour Waiting for the evening tide to bring high water It's bound for Cuba we must go Across the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Ocean She's carrying a human cargo, eighty-three good companeros Each one burning with determination to be free Against Batista, the Fidelistas Courage was their only armour As they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara
Ten days out from Mexico these companeros Landed on the Cuban beach Los Colorados And Fidel said, This year we'll see our country and its people free Our else we will be martyrs. We've only guns enough for twenty The enemy has arms aplenty Meet him and defeat him He will keep us well supplied Against Batista, the Fidelistas Courage was their only armour As they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara.
Five weeks later in the canyon Del Arroyos The people's army numbered eighteen companeros Hungry, weak yet unafraid, they're learning revolutions trade In the high Sierra Maestro And in the mountains winds are blowing Bearing seeds of hope and sowing Crops in Cuban earth that mark the birth of victory Against Batista, the Fidelistas Courage was their only armour As they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara.
They fought their way across the peaks of El Torquino Joined by peasant bands and men from Santiago They faced Batista's tanks and planes And drove them down into the plains From the high Sierra Maestra They drove the gangsters from Las Villa Staright across the Cordilleros Santa Clara fell to Che Guevara and was free. Against Batista, the Fidelistas Courage was their only armour As they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara.
The fire lit on that Cuban beach by Fidel Castro Shines all the way to Tierra Del Fuego Its sparks are blown upon the breeze And men rise up from off their knees when they see the night is burning It blazes up in Venzuela , Bolivia and Guatemala Lights the road that men must go in order to be free On companeros, Americanos For a people's free America Fidel he has shown the was with Che Guevara.