歌词
James Taylor - Belfast To Boston (God's 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 the rifle down"
Who will say this far no further
Oh Lord, if I die today.