Karaoké The Green Fields of France John McDermott

Well 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 walkin' all day and I'm nearly done

I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen

I hope you died well and I hope you died clean or young Willie McBride was it slow and unseen

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 nineteen sixteen in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen

But are you a stranger without even a name

Enclosed in forever behind the 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 barbed wire

There's no guns firin' 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

Ah young Willie McBride

I can't help wonder why

Do those that lie here know why did they die

And did they believe when they answered the call

Did they really believe that this war would end war

For the sorrow, the sufferin'

The glory, the pain

The killin' and the dyin' was 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

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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