[Verse]
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,
They hide behind steel and the bullet-proof glass, machine guns and spies,
And they 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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Verse]
They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, they went crazy, wrote letters and died,
The limits of pain they endured but the loneliness got them instead,
And the courts gave them justice, justice, justice as given by well-mannered thugs,
Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but most times they just wished they were dead.

[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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Verse]
They took away young Francis Hughes and his cousin Tom McIlwee as well,
They came for Patsy O'Hara and 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]
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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Verse]
The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on their beat,
The CID, branchmen, McGartlands and Gilmours do their jobs 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]
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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Verse]
You tell us that here we are free to live our lives as we please,
To march, to write, and to sing, so long as we do it alone,
If say it or do it with comrades, united and strong,
They'll take you for a long rest with walls and barbed wire for your home.

[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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Verse]
So, come all you people who give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on,
They say that you can get used to this war, that doesn't mean that the war isn't on,
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your comrades need you,
And the death squad can only get through to them if first they can get through to you.

[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 a siren is the cry of the morning.

[Outro]
Oh, the sound of a siren is the cry of the morning,
Yes, the sound of a siren is the cry of the morning.