From Belfast to Boston
by James Taylor
by James Taylor
There are rifles
buried in the countryside
for the rising of the moon
May the lie there long forgotten
till they rust away into the ground
Who will bend this ancient hatred,
will the killing to an end
Who will swallow long injustice,
take the devil for a country man
Who will say this far no further,
oh lord, if I die today
Send no weapons no more money.
Send no vengeance across the sea
Just the blessing of forgiveness
for my new countrymen and me
Missing brothers, martyred fellows,
silent children in the ground
Could we but hear them
could they not tell us
Time to lay God's rifle down
Who will say this far no further,
oh Lord, if I die today.
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