In the English town of Birmingham
Southeast of the north Irish shore,
3 bombs laid 19 people down
I can be silent no more.
Some say it was done
by the IRA
Done by 2 alone others say,
But who done it don't matter
to the 19 killed
'cause they're just as dead anyway.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone.
They say that the IRA
Is fighting for Irish rights,
And on any and all
who get in their way
They'll set their rifle sights.
And the English there
to keep the peace
Have murdered one Catholic too many,
And the reason for all
this waste of life
Well, I just can not see any.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
Just a week ago, James McDade
Blew himself up with his own bomb,
They tried to fly his body
back to Belfast
But the Protestants wouldn't unload his coffin.
Hate breeds hate and so it goes
On and on and on,
The English, the Irish, James McDade,
And in Birmingham 19 gone.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
How long will the winds of war
Blow through this land,
And to be free from war
We finally take a stand.
When will the people of the earth
All their killing cease,
Walking the brutal roads of war
And sit down beneath the tree of peace.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone…
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
In Birmingham,
there's 19 gone.
Southeast of the north Irish shore,
3 bombs laid 19 people down
I can be silent no more.
Some say it was done
by the IRA
Done by 2 alone others say,
But who done it don't matter
to the 19 killed
'cause they're just as dead anyway.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone.
They say that the IRA
Is fighting for Irish rights,
And on any and all
who get in their way
They'll set their rifle sights.
And the English there
to keep the peace
Have murdered one Catholic too many,
And the reason for all
this waste of life
Well, I just can not see any.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
Just a week ago, James McDade
Blew himself up with his own bomb,
They tried to fly his body
back to Belfast
But the Protestants wouldn't unload his coffin.
Hate breeds hate and so it goes
On and on and on,
The English, the Irish, James McDade,
And in Birmingham 19 gone.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
How long will the winds of war
Blow through this land,
And to be free from war
We finally take a stand.
When will the people of the earth
All their killing cease,
Walking the brutal roads of war
And sit down beneath the tree of peace.
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone…
No, I ain't saying
who's right, who's wrong,
But in Birmingham,
there's 19 gone..
In Birmingham,
there's 19 gone.
Contributed by giorgio - 2009/11/7 - 11:08
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Lyrics and Music by Michael Borkson
"This is the first song I ever wrote; way back in 1974. It is not an anti-IRA / Irish song-it was written to criticize the British government, too criticizing both sides in the violence that existed for so many years in Northern Ireland."