Black September/Belfast Songtext
von Mason Proffit

Hear the angel whisper
Hear the children sing with sorrow
As they all go marchin′ round and round
The games of peace
The boy from California
When those seven medals shining
Did he race like all his brothers?
Eleven lives now ceased
The winds of black September
Slowly fall upon the East


Hear the fife and drumming
Hear the bagpipe mourn with sorrow
Is the marching now a plague to dance?
The Belfast skies
Those children in the rubble
Are they simple small tin soldiers?
Have they seen the saints of death
Become the heroes in their lives?
Will the winds of black September
Fan the fire into their eyes?

Hear the angel whisper
Is the fightin' really over?
Shall we all go rally round and round
Our flag unfurled?
Or will they send our boys
From the fields of Southeast Asia
To the walls of old Jerusalem?
Will the winds of black September
Fall like shrouds upon the world?