Palestine, You’ve Been On My Mind
Perhaps it’s the colour of the olive groves
All a coverin’ the dusty ground you’re standin’ on,
Or maybe it’s the sunshine or somethin’ like that,
But Palestine, you’ve been on my mind,
I feel your heart beatin every day.
Perhaps it’s the settler’s takin’ higher ground,
And comin’ down the hillside with a gun in their hands,
setting fire to trees in the harvest time,
Or maybe it’s the politicians just a standin’ by,
But Palestine, you’ve been on my mind,
I feel your heart beatin every day.
Perhaps it’s the prisoners spendin’ every day
In a prison cell, their only crime where they were born,
Or maybe it’s the hunger strikers showing us what’s wrong
But Palestine, you’ve been on my mind,
I feel your heart beatin every day.
Perhaps it’s the people all a rising up
In an occupied land, singing out the truth, callin’ on everyone,
Or maybe it’s the sound of me and you singin’ along,
But Palestine, you’ve been on my mind,
I feel your heart beatin every day.
Words: Penny Stone
Music: Adapted from 'Mama, You Been On My Mind' by Bob Dylan
