The Green Fields Of France Lyrics by John Mcdermott

The Green Fields Of France Lyrics

    How do you do young willie mcbride,
    Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside,
    And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun,
    I've been walking all day and i'm nearly done
    I see by your gravestone you were only 19
    When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
    I hope you died well and i hope you died clean
    Or young willie mcbride was it slow and obscene.


    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest


    Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
    In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
    Although you died back in 1916
    In that faithful heart are you forever 19
    Or are you a stranger without even a name
    Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame
    In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
    And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.


    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest


    The sun now it shines on the green fields of france
    There's a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
    And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
    There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns firing now
    But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
    The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
    To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
    To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.


    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest


    Now young willie mcbride i can't help wonder why
    Do those who lie here know why did they die
    Did they believe when they answered the call
    Did they really believe that this war would end wars
    Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
    The killing and the dying were all done in vain
    For young willie mcbride it all happened again,
    And again and again and again and again


    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

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