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 hatredwill the killing to an end
Who will swallow long injusticetake the devil for a country man
Who will say «this far no furtheroh lordif 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 brothersmartyred fellowssilent 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 furtheroh lordif I die today.