They Dance Alone - Richie Havens

Why are these women here dancing on their own?

Can’t you see the sadness in their eyes?

Why are these soldiers here, faces fixed like stone?

I can’t see what it is that they despise

They’re dancing with the missing

They’re dancing with the dead

They dance with the invisible ones

Whose anguish goes unsaid

Dancing with their fathers

Dancing with their sons

They’re dancing with their husbands

They dance alone

They dance alone

It’s the only form of protest they are allowed

See their silent faces, they scream so loud

If they were to speak these words

They’d go missing too

Another woman on the torture table

What else can she do

They’re dancing with the missing

They’re dancing with the dead

They dance with the invisible ones

Whose anguish goes unsaid

Dancing with their fathers

They’re dancing with their sons

Dancing with their husbands

They dance alone

They dance alone

They say, one day we’ll dance on their graves

One day we’ll sing our freedom

One day we’ll laugh in our joy

When we dance

Hey, Mr. Pinochet

You’ve sown a bitter crop

It’s foreign money that supports you

One day the money’s going to stop

No more money for your torturers

No bullets for your guns

Just think of your own dear mother

Dancing with her invisible son

They’re dancing with the missing

They’re dancing with the dead

They dance with the invisible ones

Whose anguish goes unsaid

Dancing with their fathers

They’re dancing with their sons

Dancing with their husbands

They dance alone

Oh, they dance alone

They say, one day we’ll dance on their graves

One day we’ll sing our freedom

One day we’ll laugh in our joy

When we dance

When we dance