Friday, November 11, 2011

Belfast to Boston (God's Rifle)

I just deciphered the lyrics to this James Taylor tune. Here's to all Vets and to all of us:


There are rifles buried in the countryside by 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 would they not tell us
"Time to lay God's rifle down"

Who will say "this far no further, oh Lord, if I die today"





"Belfast to Boston (God's Rifle)" on YouTube

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