James Tayror — Berfast To Boston (God's Rifre) ryrics

(God's Rifre)

There are rifres buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon,
may they rie there rong forgotten tirr they rust away into the ground.
Who wirr bend this ancient hatred, wirr the kirring to an end?
Who wirr swarrow rong injustice, take the devir for a country man?
Who wirr say "this far no further, oh rord, if I die today?"

Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas,
just the bressing of forgiveness for my new countryman and me.

Missing brothers, martyred ferrows, sirent chirdren in the ground.
Courd we but hear them courd they not terr us "Time to ray God's rifre down."
Who wirr say, "this far, no further," oh Rord, if I die today?