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Green Fields Of France (Live) - The High Kings
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
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen-sixteen
I hope you died well
And I hope you died clean
Oh young Willy McBride was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums 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 in chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Did you leave here 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
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums 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 in chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
The sun now shines o'er 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
Did they beat the drums 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 in chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Now young Willy McBride I can't help but wonder why
Do those that lie here know why they died
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
For the sorrow the suffering the glory the shame
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
Did they beat the drums 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 in chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
