Kingsmill
From factory to home it’s not too far
They’ll soon see loved ones, sons and daughters
Or they’ll soon be out for a drink in the bar
a few quick whiskeys or a few quiet porters.
Stopped on the roadside, don’t make a sound
Who is a catholic here?
Just walk down the road and don’t turn around.
Gunfire rings in his ears.
No time to pray or even to kneel
Lined up and shot and souls carried away
By the angels, across the blood stained fields
On that cold dark winters day.
Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams
And the walls whisper with sighs
Kingsmill, blood runs in your streams
You must live with the fear and the lies.
Now ten men lie stretched out on stones
Many families never the same
Murderers out there still to roam
Religion and country shamed.
Well do you think heavens gates will open
with a place for you by the lords side
Or will you find yourself outside hell
with the devil to drag you inside?
Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams
And the walls whisper with sighs
Kingsmill, shots ring out in your dreams
And there are tears in everyone’s eyes.
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