Belfast To Boston (gods Rifle) Lyrics

Belfast To Boston (gods Rifle)

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.