Dropkick Murphys - Green fields of france

^CWell how do you ^Amdo young ^FWillie ^DmMcBride, Do you ^Gmind if I sit here down ^Fby your grav^Ceside, And rest for a ^Amwhile in the ^Fwarm summer ^Dmsun, I've been ^Gwalking all day and I^F'm nearly d^Cone. ^CI see by your ^Amgravestone you were ^Fonly ^Dm19, When you ^Gjoined the great ^Ffallen in ^C19^G16, Well ^CI hope you died ^Amquick and I ^Dmhope you died clean, Or ^GWillie McBride was it ^Fslow and ^Cobscene.

^CDid they ^Gbeat the drum slowly, Did they ^Fplay the fife ^Clowly, Did they ^Gsound the dead march, as they ^Flowered you ^Gdown, Did the ^Fband play the last post and c^Choru^Ams, Did the ^Cpipes play the ^FFlowers of the ^GFore^Cst.

And di^Cd you leave a wi^Amfe or a s^Fweethea^Dmrt behind, In som^Ge loyal heart is your me^Fmory ensh^Crined, And though you di^Amed back in 19^F16^Dm, To th^Gat loyal heart you're fo^Frever 19^C. Or^C are you a st^Amranger without ev^Fen a na^Dmme, Forev^Ger en^Fshrined behind som^Ce old glass pan^Ge, In ^Can old photo^Amgraph all torn ^Dmtattered and stained, And ^Gfaded to yellow in a ^Fbrown leathe^Cr frame.

The su^Cn's shining do^Amwn on these gr^Feen fields of Fr^Dmance, The wa^Grm wind blows gently and the red^F poppies dan^Cce, The tren^Amches have vani^Fshed long ^Dmunder the plow No ga^Gs, no barbed wire, no gun^Fs firing now^C. But he^Cre in this gr^Amaveyard it's st^Fill "No Man^Dm's Land", The co^Guntless white cr^Fosses in mu^Cte witness st^Gand, To ma^Cn's blind in^Amdifference to hi^Dms fellow man, And a wh^Gole generation that were bu^Ftchered and da^Cmned.

And I ca^Cn't help but wo^Amnder, oh Wi^Fllie McBr^Dmide Do al^Gl those who lie here kn^Fow why they di^Ce, Did you r^Ameally bel^Fieve them when they t^Cold you the cause Did they r^Geally believe that this ^Fwar would end ^Cwars. Well, the suff^Cering, the sor^Amrow, the glo^Fry, the sh^Dmame The ki^Glling and dy^Fing it wa^Cs all done in va^Gin, Oh ^CWillie Mc^AmBride it all ^Dmhappened again, And ^Gagain, and again, a^Fnd again, a^Cnd again.