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Written by Jack Warshaw in 1977 as a condemnation of injustice to political prisoners. Christy Moore's version on his Live in Dublin 2006 DVD is great.

    No Time For Love

    by Jack Warshaw
    Intro: [Em] [F] [G] [C] x4

    [F] You call it the law,
    we call it apartheid, internment,
    conscription, partition and [C] silence.
    It's the [Am] law that they make to keep you and me
    where they think we [G] belong.
    [F] They hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass,
    machine guns and [C] spies,
    And [Am] tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
    that we're in the [G] wrong.

    [F] No time for love if they [C] come in the morning,
    No [G] time to show tears or for [C] fears in the morning,
    No [F] time for goodbye, no [C] time to ask why,
    And the sound of the [G] si-[F] ren's the cry of the [C] morning.

    They suffered the torture
    they rotted in cells,
    went crazy, wrote letters and died.
    The limits of pain they endured
    but 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.


    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.


    The trade union leaders, the writers, the fighters, the rebels and all
    and the women who fought with the scabs at the factory gate.
    the sons and the daughters of (all of the) heros who paid with their lives
    and the people whose class, or creed or belief was their only mistake


    electric guitar solo

    Additional Verses

    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.


    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.