Celtic Thunder - Christmas 1915

^D1915 on Christmas Day On the western front the guns all died ^Aaway And ^Glying in the mud on bags of ^Bmsand We ^Emheard a German ^Asing from no man's ^Dland He ^Dhad tenor voice so pure and true The words were strange but every note we ^Aknew ^GSoaring o'er the the living dead and ^Bmdamned The ^EmGerman sang of ^Apeace from no man's ^Dland

^DThey left their trenches and we left ours Beneath tin hats smiles bloomed like wild ^Aflowers With ^Gphotos, cigarettes, and pots of ^Bmwine We ^Embult a soldier's ^Atruce on the front ^Dline Their ^Dsinger was a lad of 21 We begged another song before the ^Adawn And ^Gsitting in the mud and blood and ^Bmfear He ^Emsang again the ^Asong all longed to ^Dhear

^DSilent night, no cannons roar A king is born of peace for evermore ^A All's ^Gcalm, all's ^Embright All brothers hand in ^Bmhand In ^Em19 and ^A15 in no man's ^Dland

^DAnd in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain And we killed them and they killed us ^Aagain ^GAt night they charged we fought them hand to ^Bmhand And I ^Emkilled the boy that ^Asang in no man's ^Dland

^DSilent night no cannons roar A king is born of peace for ^Aevermore All's ^Gcalm, all's ^Embright All brothers hand in ^Bmhand And ^Emthat young soldier ^Asings And the ^Emsong of peace still ^Arings Though the ^Emcaptains and all the ^Akings Built^Em no^A man's ^Dland

^DSleep in ^Aheavenly ^Dpeace.