Karaoké Christmas 1915 (rerecorded) Celtic Thunder

Nineteen fifteen on Christmas Day

On the western front the guns all died away

And lying in the mud on bags of sand

We heard a German sing from no man's land

He had a tenor voice so pure and true

The words were strange but every note we knew

Soaring or the living dead and dammed

A German sang of peace from no man's land

They left their trenches and we left ours

Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers

With photos, cigarettes and pots of wine

We built a soldier's truce on the front line

Their singer was a lad of twenty-one

We begged another song before the dawn

And sitting in the blood and mud and fear

He sang again the song all longed to hear

Silent night no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore

All's calm, all's bright all brothers hand in hand

In nineteen and fifteen in no man's land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain

And we killed them and they killed us again

At night they charged we fought them hand to hand

And I killed the boy who sang in no man's land

Silent night no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore

All's calm, all's bright all brothers hand in hand

And that young soldier sings and the song of peace still rings

Though the captains and all the kings

Built no man's land sleep in heavenly peace