Belfast to Boston

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", 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 mе

Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silеnt 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?

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?