Victor Jara of Chile lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile with his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
Victor Jara was a peasant boy barely six years old
He sat upon his father's plough and watched the earth unfold
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
When the neighbours had a wedding or one of their children died
His mother sang all night to them with Victor by her side
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter stood against what was wrong
He learned of peoples grief and joy and turned it into song
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
He sang for the copper miners and those who farmed the land
He sang for the factory workers who knew Victor was their man
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
He campaigned for Allende canvassed night and day
Singing take hold of your brother's hand the future starts today
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
When Pinochet seized Chile they arrested Victor then
They caged him in the stadium with 5000 frightened men
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
Victor picked up his guitar his voice resounded strong
And he sang for his comrades till the guards cut short his song
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
They broke the bones in both his hands and beat him on the head
Tortured him with electric wires then they shot him dead
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
Victor Jara of Chile lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile with his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong