James Taylor - Belfast To Boston [God´s Rifle] lyrics

There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon
May they lie there long forgotten until they rust away into the ground
Who´ll bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end
Who´ll swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country man
Who´ll say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today"

Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas
Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman & 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´ll say this far no further, oh Lord, if I die today.

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