DANIEL REDWOOD

Lyrics

They called her Morning Glory, she was 18 years and strong
She died in the early Florida morning
Some lives are real but aren’t long

And it’s huelga, huelga, huelga
En el corazón de América
La lucha continuará, la lucha continuará

While most of us were sleeping, her day it already had begun
Talking to the truckers, working with the strikers
Waiting for the rising of the sun, waiting for the rising of the sun

The man who owns the cane fields in Belle Glade
Same man he owns the sugar mill
Thinks he even owns the sugar workers
And he believes he always will
So it’s huelga, huelga, huelga
Deep in the heart of America
The struggle goes on and on, the struggle goes on and on

She was my sister
And a sister of the black eagle, too
So the farmworkers who used to be forgotten
Could have a union for the many, not just the few

Some lives are measured out in silver
Others are measured out in gold
But the lives that are given out in sharing
These are the richest ones we’ll ever know

So it’s huelga, huelga, huelga
En el corazón de las Américas
Donde la lucha continuará, la lucha continuará

Singing huelga, huelga, huelga
Deep in the heart of America
The struggle goes on and on, la lucha continuará

© 1972 Words and music by Daniel Redwood and Judy Rose (ASCAP)