The Green Fields of France Well, how do you do young Willy Mc Bride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while b'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 falling in nineteen-sixteen. Well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean, Or young Willy Mc Bride was it slow and obscene? [Chorus] Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they play the fifes 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? [2] Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind? In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? And though you died back in nineteen-sixteen In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen? Or are you a stranger without even a name Enshrined forever behind a glass frame In an old photograph torn battered and stained And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame? [Repeat Chorus] [3] Well the sun now it shines on the green fields of France. There's a warm summer breeze it 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. [Repeat Chorus] Well, young Will Mc Bride I can't help wonder why. Do those that lie here know why they did die? And did they believe when they answered the call, Did they really believe that this war would end war? Well, the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain The killing the dying was all done in vain. For young Willy Mc Bride it all happened again And again,and again,and again,and again