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The Green Fields of France

Von: Special Care (special.care03@googlemail.com) [Profil]
Datum: 05.11.2009 20:23
Message-ID: <7ac32291-815e-460b-8660-d53374447297@a21g2000yqc.googlegroups.com>
Newsgroup: soc.culture.vietnamese alt.support.cancer alt.apocalypse soc.culture.irish uk.legal
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntt3wy-L8Ok

Poppy Day is coming.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntt3wy-L8Ok

THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE

Well how do you do, young Willy 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 walking all day and I'm nearly done....

I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
You joined the great fallen in 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willy McBride, was it slow and obscene?

[Chorus:]

Did they beat the drum slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound a 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 e'er a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart, is your memory enshrined?
Although 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 a glass frame?
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

[Chorus]

The sun now it 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 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

[Chorus]

Ah young Willy McBride, I can't help wondering why
Do those who 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?

Well the sorrow, the sufferin', the glory, the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For, young Willy McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

[Chorus]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntt3wy-L8Ok

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