The Green Fields of France Songtext
von The Corries
The Green Fields of France Songtext
How do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here, down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I′ve been walkin' all day and I′m nearly done
I see, by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Or 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 'Flooers o' the Forest′?
Did you leave a young wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart, is your memory enshrined?
Though I know that you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart, are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed in, forever behind the glass pane
In the old photograph, torn and tattered 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 ′Flooers o' the Forest′?
The sun shines bright on the green fields of France
The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
The trenches are scattered long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun-firing now
But here in this graveyard, it′s still no-man's land
The countless white crosses are mute where they stand
To man′s blind indifference to his fellow man
An' 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 'Flooers o′ the Forest′?
I can't help but wonder, young Willie McBride
Did those who lie here really know why they died?
Did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
The killin′ and the dyin' 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 ′Flooers o' the Forest′?
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 'Flooers o' the Forest′?
Do you mind if I sit here, down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I′ve been walkin' all day and I′m nearly done
I see, by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Or 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 'Flooers o' the Forest′?
Did you leave a young wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart, is your memory enshrined?
Though I know that you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart, are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed in, forever behind the glass pane
In the old photograph, torn and tattered 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 ′Flooers o' the Forest′?
The sun shines bright on the green fields of France
The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
The trenches are scattered long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun-firing now
But here in this graveyard, it′s still no-man's land
The countless white crosses are mute where they stand
To man′s blind indifference to his fellow man
An' 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 'Flooers o′ the Forest′?
I can't help but wonder, young Willie McBride
Did those who lie here really know why they died?
Did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
The killin′ and the dyin' 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 ′Flooers o' the Forest′?
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 'Flooers o' the Forest′?
Writer(s): Erik Bogel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
