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5.  The Green Fields of France:

Words & Music by Eric Bogle http://www.windbourne.com/ebogle/

Bill Masino Ė Lead vocal
Kathleen Mullaly Masino - Harmony vocals
Colin O'Brian - Acoustic Guitar
 
Dedicated to John and the soldiers of the 
147 Special Forces Security Detachment

The guitar & lead vocal for this song was recorded in one take. It was so spirited and powerful that first time. It gives the listener a good feel for hear the passion in Billís dynamics live performances.

 

Lyrics:

1) Well, how do you do young Willie McBride?
     Do you mind if I sit hear down by your graveside,
     And rest for a while Ďneath the warm summer sun.
     Iíve been working all day and Iím nearly done.
     I can see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
     when you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen.
     Well I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean,
     Oh Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
 
Chorus: 
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the bands play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
 
2.)  And did you leave a wife or sweetheart behind
     In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined,
     Although you died back in nineteen sixteen
     In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
     Or are you a stranger without even a name
     Enclosed now forever behind a glass frame
     In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
     And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

     Chorus:

3.)   Now see how the sun shines oíer the green field of France
     Thereís a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance,
     And see how the sun shines from under the clouds
     Thereís no gas or barbed wire, thereís no guns firing now.
     But here in this graveyard itís still no-manís land
     The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
     To manís blind difference to his fellow man
     To a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

     Chorus:

4.)  Now young Willie McBride, I canít help wonder why
     Do all those who 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 wars.
     Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory the pain,
     The killing, the dying they were all done in vain
     For young Willie McBride it all happened again
     And again and again and again and again.

Chorus:

 

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