James Taylor

James Taylor - Belfast To Boston (God's Rifle) lyrics

(James Taylor)

There are rifles buried in the countryside for 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"

Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas

Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman 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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