| Bb | | Can you hear the drums Fernando? |
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| Gm | | I remember long ago another starry night like | this |
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| Cm | | In the firelight Fernand | o |
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| F | | You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar | |
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I could hear the distant drums and sounds |
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| Bb | | of bugle calls were coming from afar | |
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| | | F | | | There was something in the air that night | |
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| | | Bb | | | The stars were bright, Fernando | |
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| | | F | Bb | | | They were shining there for | you and me, for liberty, Fern | ando |
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| | | G | C7 | | | Though we never thought that we could | lose, there’s no regret | |
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| | | F | Bb | | | If I had to do the same a | gain, I would, my friend, Fernand | o |
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| | | F | Bb | | | If I had to do the same a | gain, I would, my friend, Fernand | o |
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They were closer now Fernando |
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Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally |
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We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die |
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And I’m not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons |
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Now we’re old and grey Fernando |
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And since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand |
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Can you hear the drums Fernando? |
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Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande? |
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I can see it in your eyes how proud you were to fight |
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For freeedom in this land |
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