Here I go again And I leave behind a woman in a darkened room Too many oaths have been burdened on me The slavery of souls in a struggle flesh to flesh Has come to an end tonight The unison of our minds is disturbed The greedy vultures sitting on our roof Are urging us to feed them with broken vows The rays of beauty are diffused From the smoke we made Another illusion is buried in the back-yard. Here I go again The woods are burning on this sacred ground The company of heroes failed at last Che Guevara's spirit left us standing bare Our hands are counting now The metal that invaded our pure thoughts And our prison now has golden bars The ambush is purely intellectual And sophisticated phrases replaced our guns We are back in the arms of our fathers And another illusion is buried in the back-yard. Here I go again Picking flowers, singing songs and biding time I am back in the rain.