Testo The Green Fields Of France

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 walking all day and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only 19 when you joined the great fall-in in 1916 I hope you died well and I hope you died clean Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene. 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 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever 19 Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a 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 barbwire, there's no guns 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 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 Now young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why Do those who lie here know why did they die Did they believe when they answered the call Did they really believe that this war would end wars Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain The killing and the dying were 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