Testo Belfast To Boston

There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moonMay they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the groundWho will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an endWho will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country manWho will say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today"Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seasJust the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and meMissing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the groundCould 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.