Dark Curls

​Dark Curls is my translation of a partisan love song from the Greek struggle against the right-wing dictatorship during the Cold War. 

Dm Gm A Dm
Dark falling curls, curls black as ravens
Gm C F
Tossed in the wind like falling autumn leaves
Dm C F
I love you darling, for all days in creation
Dm Gm A Dm
When you’re taken from me, my heart can only grieve

Out in the street there walked nobody bolder
Your hat cocked for style, grinning bright and free
black curls like epaulets hung around your shoulders
Tossed in the wind like falling autumn leaves

The time will come, when our laughter comes more freely-
The chains we’ve worn will be shaken to the floor
Living as brothers, and time will be our healing
For scars and the weight of the nightmares that we bore

I’ll have no fear of the prison at St Stratis
It, too is Greek, and someday it will come down
If curls turn white while we walk to our freedom,
The coldest winter cannot turn us around