Belfast To Boston

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.