The good ship Granma lies at anchor in the harbour Waiting for the evening tide to rise and bring high water. Bound for Cuba she must go across the Gulf of Mexico and The Caribbean Ocean She's carrying a human cargo 83 good companeros Each one burning with determination to be free
Against Batista, The Fidelistas, courage was their armour As they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara.
Five days out from Mexico these Companeros Landed on the Cuban beach Los Colarados Fidel said this year will see our country and our people free Or else we Will be martyrs We've only guns enough for 20 the enemy has arms a plenty Meet him and defeat him and he'll keep us well supplied
Five weeks later in the Canyon De La Rio Fidels army was reduced to 18 Companeros Hungry, weak and unafraid, learning revolutions trade in the high Sierra Maestre Where the mountain winds did blow bearing seeds to sprout and sow New crops in Cuban soil that marked the death of slavery
Companeros, tu valaderos (Please correct if wrong - cm) Courage was their armour as they fought at Fidel's side with Che Guevara
They made their way across the peak of El Torquino Joined by bands of volunteers and the men from Santiago They faced Batista's tanks and trains, drove them back across the plains, From the high Sierra Maestre They drove the gangsters from Los Vios straight across the Cordileros Santa Barbra fell to Che Guevara and was free. The fire lit on that Cuban beach by Fidel Castro Still shines all the way to Terra del Fuego Sparks are blown upon the breeze, people rise from off their knees when They see the night is burning. It blazes up in Venezuela, Bolivia and Guatamala Lights the road that we must go in order to be free