Interpret:

Phil Ochs

Album:

All The News That´s Fit To Sing

On the streets of New York city 
When the hour was getting late
There were young men armed with knives and guns
Young men armed with hate
And Lou Marsh stepped between them 
And died there in his tracks
For one man is no army 
When the city turns its back


And now the streets are empty
Now the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows 
And never pass the park
For the city is a jungle 
When the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El Barrio 
With the orphans of the night


He left behind a chamber 
Of a church he served so long
For he learned the prayers of distant men 
Will never right the wrongs
His church became an alley 
And his pulpit was the street
And he made his congregation 
From the boys he used to meet


And now the streets are empty
Now the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows 
And never pass the park
For the city is a jungle 
When the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El Barrio 
With the orphans of the night


There were two gangs approaching 
In spanish Harlem town
The smell of blood was in the air
The challenge was laid down
He felt their blinding hatred
And he tried to save their lives
And the answer that they gave him 
Was their fists and feet and knives


And now the streets are empty
Now the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows 
And never pass the park
For the city is a jungle 
When the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El Barrio 
With the orphans of the night


Will Lou Marsh lie forgotten 
In his cold and silent grave?
Will his memory still linger on
In those he tried to save?
And all of us who knew him 
Will now and then recall
And shed a tear on poverty
Tombstone of us all


For now the streets are empty
Now the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows 
And never pass the park
For the city is a jungle 
When the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El Barrio 
With the orphans of the night