James Taylor Belfast to Boston Lyrics

There are rifles
buried in the countryside
by the rising of the moon

May they 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

[whistling]

Send no weapons, no more money.
Send no vengeance across these seas
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, would 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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