No Time For Love lyrics

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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 mourning

• Artist:Christy Moore