Fixat, nästan, klart musikbodegan. Lyssnat på Pentangle - Basket of Light, Harvey Andrews och John Dunkerley i deras fantastiska version av Patriot Game (Folkways Records FH 5415) och från LP:n Ireland: the Final Struggle, New political Ballads by Men of No Property, sista spåret sidan 1 - If They Come in the Morning (No time for Love). Inte minst den sista önskar man att den hade för länge sedan tappat sin aktuallitet. Tror att människorna i Afghanistan, Irak hade önskat detsamma. Här är texten!

No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning
No time for goodbyes no time to ask why
And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning

They call it the law - apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence
It's the law that they made to keep you and me where they think we belong
They live behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine guns and spies
And tell us who suffer the tear gas and torture that we're in the wrong

The trade union leaders, the writers, the rebels, the fighters and all
And the strikers who fought with the cops at the factory gate
The sons and the daughters of unnumbered heroes who paid with their lives
And the poor folk whose class or creed or belief was their only mistake

No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning
No time for goodbyes no time to ask why
And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning

They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearse in their time
They came for Newton and Seal and the Panthers and some of their friends
In London, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Cape Town and Belfast
And the places that never made headlines, the list never ends

The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on their beat
The CID, Branch men and spies and informers do their job well
Behind them the men who tap phones, take pictures and programme computers and file
And the ones who give the orders which tell them when to come and take you to a cell

So come all you people to give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on
They say you get used to a war but that doesn't mean the war isn't on
The fish needs the sea to survive just like your comrades do
And the death squad can only get to them if first they can get through to you

No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning
No time for goodbyes no time to ask why
And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning