All The Fighting, Lord by Amergin (Tune: All My Trials) Hush my country, don't you cry You know that we all are born to die May all the fighting, Lord, soon be over It's not too late, dear brothers It's not too late to march together May all the fighting, Lord, soon be over As my tears ring out in the moonlit night I pray you'll lower your rifle sights May all the fighting, Lord, soon be over I've got an orange sash given to me Stitched on the breast are strips of green May all the fighting, Lord, soon be over There is a wall they call the Peace Line Tear it down and let your hearts shine May all the fighting, Lord, soon be over
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