Give tour hand to the indian

Give your hand to the indian,
he will show you the way,
he will take you with him
where he took me yesterday.

Give your hand to the indian,
go with him out of the night,
let him have your arm, and he
will show you how to fight.

Red is the hand that shows the path
where all our feet will have to go,
red is the color of our wrath,
red is the blood that still must flow.

Give your hand to the indian,
he will show you the way,
he will take you with him
where he took me yesterday.

Now is the copper hour,
mestizo, rifle and vow.
If the doors won’t open,
we will make them open now!

Our America cries out warning!
See how the century’s turning bright?
And all the mountains of our morning
shake the sky with their burning light!

Our songs want no more owners,
el patrón has lost command.
La guitarra americana
will be played with fighting hands!