The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo Phil Ochs

And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
The sand is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
Their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
The sea is churning
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo

The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets
The day's a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay
Loud the morning
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more
He runs a-warning
That the the marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo

The streets are still, there's silence in the hills
The town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn
The fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and step into the sand
The flags are weaving
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo

The unsmiling sun is shining down upon
The singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls
They're getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by
They shrug their shoulders
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo