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American townlandSnow in IcelandRussian farmlandAnd the sword of IslamThe state of new IsraelRemembers BelsenNow there's sand for PalestineAnd grass for IsraelWon't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.Once were towering steeplesNow there's a soaring eagleA crescent moon and a rising sunOur prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?If all that's willin' is more and more killin'Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.The mountains of MourneThe county Cork I was born inThis dirty old townWhere the rain's always fallin'..Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?When all that's willin' is more and more killin' Aus Songtexte Mania