"Belfast to Boston" by James Taylor

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.