No Man's Land Songtext
von Joss Stone

Well how do you do young William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
A rest for awhile beneath the warm summer sun
I′ve been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, William McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did they play the fire lowly?
Did the sound of their mouths as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play ′The Last Post' in?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o′ the Forest′?


And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
In that loyal heart are you forever 19

Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did they play the fire lowly?
Did the sound of their mouths as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play 'The Last Post′ in?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o′ the Forest'?

And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, William McBride, was it slow, was it obscene?

Did they beat the drum slowly?
Did they play the fire lowly?
Did the sound of their mouths as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play ′The Last Post' in?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o′ the Forest′?

Did the bugle play 'The Last Post′ in?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o′ the Forest'?