No Time For Love Lyrics

Song	No Time For Love
Artist	Christy Moore
Album	Christy Moore - The Box Set 1964-2004
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	作词 : Jack Warshaw
	作曲 : Jack Warshaw
	You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment
	Conscription, partition and silence
	It's the law that they make to keep you and me where
	They think we belong
	The hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine
	Guns and spies
	And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
	That we're in the wrong
	CHORUS
	No time for love if they come in the morning
	No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
	No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
	And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning
	They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went
	Crazy, wrote letters and died
	The limits of pain they endured - the loneliness got
	Them instead
	And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by
	Well-mannered thugs
	Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more
	Times they just wished they were dead
	CHORUS
	They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in
	Their time
	They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of
	His friends
	In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and
	Belfast
	And places that never make headlines, the list never
	Ends
	CHORUS
	The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on
	The beat
	The C.I.D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their
	Jobs just as well;
	Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos
	Program computers and files
	And the man who tells them when to come and take you to
	Your cell
	CHORUS
	All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers
	The will to fight on
	They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean
	That the war isn't on
	The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people
	Need you
	And the death squad can only get through to them if
	First they can get through to you
	CHORUS

	zuo ci : Jack Warshaw
	zuo qu : Jack Warshaw
	You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment
	Conscription, partition and silence
	It' s the law that they make to keep you and me where
	They think we belong
	The hide behind steel and bulletproof glass, machine
	Guns and spies
	And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
	That we' re in the wrong
	CHORUS
	No time for love if they come in the morning
	No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
	No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
	And the sound of the siren' s the cry of the morning
	They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went
	Crazy, wrote letters and died
	The limits of pain they endured the loneliness got
	Them instead
	And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by
	Wellmannered thugs
	Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more
	Times they just wished they were dead
	CHORUS
	They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in
	Their time
	They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of
	His friends
	In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and
	Belfast
	And places that never make headlines, the list never
	Ends
	CHORUS
	The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on
	The beat
	The C. I. D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their
	Jobs just as well
	Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos
	Program computers and files
	And the man who tells them when to come and take you to
	Your cell
	CHORUS
	All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers
	The will to fight on
	They say you can get used to a war, that doesn' t mean
	That the war isn' t on
	The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people
	Need you
	And the death squad can only get through to them if
	First they can get through to you
	CHORUS

	zuò cí : Jack Warshaw
	zuò qǔ : Jack Warshaw
	You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment
	Conscription, partition and silence
	It' s the law that they make to keep you and me where
	They think we belong
	The hide behind steel and bulletproof glass, machine
	Guns and spies
	And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
	That we' re in the wrong
	CHORUS
	No time for love if they come in the morning
	No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
	No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
	And the sound of the siren' s the cry of the morning
	They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went
	Crazy, wrote letters and died
	The limits of pain they endured the loneliness got
	Them instead
	And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by
	Wellmannered thugs
	Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more
	Times they just wished they were dead
	CHORUS
	They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in
	Their time
	They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of
	His friends
	In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and
	Belfast
	And places that never make headlines, the list never
	Ends
	CHORUS
	The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on
	The beat
	The C. I. D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their
	Jobs just as well
	Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos
	Program computers and files
	And the man who tells them when to come and take you to
	Your cell
	CHORUS
	All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers
	The will to fight on
	They say you can get used to a war, that doesn' t mean
	That the war isn' t on
	The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people
	Need you
	And the death squad can only get through to them if
	First they can get through to you
	CHORUS

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