Correction Lyrics Green Fields Of France by Eric Bogle

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Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while, meet the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
I can see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great falling in 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or William McBride was it slow and obscene?

Did you leave a young wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you diеd back in 1916
In that faithful heart are you forevеr 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
And closed down forever behind the gla** frame
In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze, it makes the red puppies 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 there's still no man's land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To men's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned
Ah young William McBride I can't help wondering why
The soldiers that lie here, now why did they die?
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Were the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing, the dying - was all done in vain
Oh young William McBride, it‘s all happened again
And again - and again - and again - and again...

Did they beat the drums lowly?
Did they play the fife flowly?
Did the sound the dead march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers Of the Forest'?

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