Karaoké The Green Fields of France The Fureys

Well how do you do young Willy Mc Bride

Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside

And rest for a while in the warm summer sun

I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done

I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen

When you joined the great falling in nineteen sixteen

I hope you died well and I hope you died clean

Or young Willy Mc Bride was it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

And did the band play the last post on chorus

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Did you leave here a wife or a sweetheart behind

In some faithfull heart is your memory enshrined

And though you died back in nineteen sixteen

In that faith full heart are you forever nineteen

Or are you a stranger without even a name

Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame

In an old photograph torn, battered and stained

And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

Did the band play the last post on chorus

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

The sun now shines on the green fields of France

There's a warm summer breeze that 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 gun firing now

But here in this graveyard it's still no mans land

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand

To man's blind indefference to his fellow man

To a whole generation that were butchered and dammed

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

And did the band play the last post on chorus

Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Now young Willy Mc Bride

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 wars

Oh the sorrow, the suffering the glory, the pain

The killing and dying were all done in vain

For young Willy Mc Bride it all happened again and again and again and again and again

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

Did the band play the last post on chorus

Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

Did the band play the last post on chorus

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest