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?