GRIEN FIELDS OF FRANCE
Anno: 1988
Gruppo: SKREWDRIVER
Testo e musica: Skrewdriver |Menu
Well, how do you do young Willy McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone, you're only nineteen
When you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen
And I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Young Willy Mcbride, was it slow and obscene?
Chorus:
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the pipes lowly?
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last coasting 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 nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without a name?
Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
(Chorus)
Well the sun, now it shines, on the green fields of France
As the warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns 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
The whole generation was butchered and damned
(Chorus)
Young Willy McBride, I can't help wondering "why?"
Do those that lie here know why that they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
The soul knows the suffering and the glory of pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
Young Willy McBride it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again...
(Chorus)
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone, you're only nineteen
When you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen
And I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Young Willy Mcbride, was it slow and obscene?
Chorus:
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the pipes lowly?
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last coasting 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 nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without a name?
Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
(Chorus)
Well the sun, now it shines, on the green fields of France
As the warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns 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
The whole generation was butchered and damned
(Chorus)
Young Willy McBride, I can't help wondering "why?"
Do those that lie here know why that they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
The soul knows the suffering and the glory of pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
Young Willy McBride it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again...
(Chorus)