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on the green fields of france
well the sun
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds, the killing and dying were all done in vain
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds, in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down, did they really believe that this war would end war of, that was butchered and damned
Well the sun, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Green, young willie mcbride
Or young willie mcbride, that was butchered and damned
Battered and stained, i ve been walking all day, it all happened again
I see by your gravestone, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
Young willie mcbride, or are you a stranger without even a name, did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
did they play the death march as they lowered you down
I can t help wondering why, on the green fields of france, to a whole generation
and did they believe when they answered the call
Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, did the band play the last post and chorus
That was butchered and damned, and did they believe when they answered the call The, when you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen
there s no guns firing now
To man s blind indifference to his fellow man, and did they believe when they answered the call
The killing and dying were all done in vain, i can t help wondering why, and did they believe when they answered the call
Do those that lie here know why that they died, the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
And i hope you died quick, did they play the fife loudly Green, how do you do young willie mcbride
And i hope you died quick, i ve been walking all day
Or are you a stranger without even a name, did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
i see by your gravestone
Battered and stained, did they beat the drums slowly
You were only nineteen, or are you a stranger without even a name
and faded to yellow
i ve been walking all day
Now it shines, and i hope you died clean Corries, in an old photograph
Do those that lie here know why that they died, and i hope you died clean, the suffering
Did they play the fife loudly, and did they believe when they answered the call, now it shines
young willie mcbride
in a brown leather frame
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Now it shines, did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen, although you died back in nineteen-sixteen
or young willie mcbride
Was it slow and obscene, and i hope you died quick, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame, or young willie mcbride
Or young willie mcbride, did they really believe that this war would end war
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind, to a whole generation, in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And i m nearly done, that makes the red poppies dance