ฟังเพลงThe Green Fields of France

The Green Fields of France - Men They Couldn't Hang

Well how do you do now you Willie MacBride

Do you mind if I sit here down by your side

And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun

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

Well I see by your gravestone you was only nineteen

When you joined the great fallen of nineteen sixteen

Well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean

Or Willie MacBride was it low and obscene

Did they beat the drums slowly

And play the fife lowly

Did they sound the death march

As they lowered you down

Did the band sound the last post and chorus

Did they pipe the flowers of the forest

Did you leave a young wife or a sweetheart behind

In some faithful heart are your memories enshrined

For although you died back in nineteen sixteen

In that faithful heart you're forever nineteen

Or are you a stranger without even a name

Enclosed forever behind a glass pane

In an old photograph tor battered and stained

Faded to yellow with brown leather frayed

Did they beat the drums slowly

And play the fife lowly

Did they sound the death march

As they lowered you down

Did the band sound the last post and chorus

Did they pipe the flowers of the forest

As the sun beats down

On the green fields of France

There's a soft summer breeze

Makes the red poppies dance

And see how the sun shines from under the clouds

There's no gas there's no barbed wire

No guns firing now

Oh but here in this grave yard

It's still no man's land

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand

And through man's blind

Indifference to his fellow man

To a whole generation

Who were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly

And play the fife lowly

Did they sound the death march

As they lowered you down

Did the band sound the last post and chorus

Did they pipe the flowers of the forest

Did they really believe tat this war could end wars

Oh the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain

The killing and dying 'twas all done in vain

For Willie MacBride oh it happened again

And again and again and again and again

Did they beat the drums slowly

And play the fife lowly

Did they sound the death march

As they lowered you down

Did the band sound the last post and chorus

Did they pipe the flowers of the forest