There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
It's a place that we all know so well
It was there that we gave of our manhood
Where so many of our brave comrades fell

We are proud of the Lincoln Battalion
And the fight for Madrid that it made
There we fought like true sons of the people
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade

Now we're far from that valley of sorrow
But its mem'ry we never will forget
So before we conclude this reunion
Let us stand to our glorious dead

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
It's a place that we all know so well
It was there that we gave of our manhood
Where so many of our brave comrades fell

In dem Tal dort am Rio Jarama
Schlugen wir unsre blutigste Schlacht.
Doch wir haben, auf Tod und Verderben
Die Faschisten zum Stehen gebracht.

Zeigt uns wie man mit alten Gewehren
Einen Panzer-Angriff heil übersteht!
Zeigt uns wie man in offner Feldschlacht
Einem Tiefflieger-Angriff entgeht.

Ja, wir haben die Stellung verlassen;
Denn es half auch kein: Oh, Herr -  mon Dieu!
Kameraden der Inter-Brigaden
Unsern Toten ein letztes Adieu!

Eines Tages da stehn Campesinos
Als Sieger auf spanischem Feld!
Und das Tal dort am Rio Jarama
Wird gehören dem Mann, der's bestellt!


Text: Ernst Busch

Red River Valley 
arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile


Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true

I've been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish
For they say you are gong away


Do you think of the valley you're leaving
O how lonely and how dreary it will be
And do you think of the kind hearts you're breaking
And the pain you are causing to me


They will bury me where you have wandered
Near the hills where the daffodils grow
When you're gone from the Red River Valley
For I can't live without you I know

El Valle del Jarama

Hay un valle en España llamado Jarama
un lugar que conocemos muy bien,
ya que en él desperdiciamos nuestra juventud
y la mayor parte de nuestra vejez, también.

Dicen que van a sacarnos de este valle,
pero no os apresuréis en decirnos adiós,
puesto que aunque nos marchemos,
nuestra ausencia será muy breve.

Oh! Estamos orgullosos de nuestro batallón Lincoln
hemos batido la marca de resistencia.
Os pedimos un pequeño favor,
el que difundáis esto por la brigada: