The Green Fields Of France

year

2009

artists

Paul, George, Keith, Ryan, Damian

duration

4:33

credits

Bogle/Bogle

publisher

Tiparm Music Publishers, Inc.

arrangements

Phil Coulter

producer

Phil Coulter

released on

chronology

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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 fallin' in nineteen sixteen
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willy McBride, was it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drums 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 a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory in shrine
And though you died back in nineteen seixteen
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 torn and battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown yellow frame

Did they beat the drums 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

Now Willy McBride I can't help wondering why
Do those who lie here know why they died
Did they really believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars

But the sorrow, the sufferin', the glory, the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
But to 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 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 the pipes play the flowers of the forest