There are rifles, burried in the countryside
By the rising of the moon
may they lie there long forgotten
till they rust away into the ground
Who will end this ancient hatred, will the kiling to an end
who will swallow long injustice
take a devil for a countryman
and who will say this far no further, oh lord if I die today
send no weapons, no more money
send no vengeance across these seas
just the blessing of forgiveness, to my new countryman and me
missing brothers, martyred fellows
silent children in the crowd
could we but hear them, would they not tell us
it's time to lay god's rifle down
who will say this far no further
oh lord if I die today

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