Green Fields of France - WW1 Memorial - The Fureys
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
And 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 nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed forever behind a glass frame?
In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.
The sun now shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
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 dammed.
Ah young Willie Mc Bride I cant help wonder why
Do those that lie here know why did they 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, and dying was all done in vain
For young Willie Mc Bride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again.