The Fureys - The green fields of france

Well^C how do you ^Fdo young W^Dmilly Mc Bride Do you m^Gind if I si^Ct here down by you^Gr grave sid And re^Cst for a while in t^Fhe warm s^Dmummer sun I^G've been walking all day^F and I'm near^Cly done

I ^Csee by your gravestone^F your were on^Dmly nine teen When yo^Gu joined the gre^Cat falling in nine^Gteen sixteen Well I ^Chope you died well^F and I ho^Dmpe you died clean O^Gr young Willy Mc Bride w^Fas it slow an^Cd obscene

Did the^Gy beat the drum slowly ,^Fdid they sound the fif^Ces lowly Di^Gd they sound the death m^Farch as they lowered y^Cou down Did th^Fe band play the last post and^G chorus ^FDid the pipes play t^Dmhe flowers of the f^Gor^Cest.

Did^C you leave a ^Fwife or a ^Dmsweetheart behind In so^Gme faithful^Cl heart is your me^Gmory enshrined And^C though you d^Fied back i^Dmn nineteen fifteen I^Gn some faith full heart ^Fare you forev^Cer nineteen

Or ^Care you a str^Fanger with^Dmout even a name Enshr^Gined foreve^Cr behind a glass f^Grame In an ^Cold photog^Fraph torn ^Dmbattered and stained A^Gnd fading to yellow in a^F brown leathe^Cr frame.

Did the^Gy beat the drum slowly ,^Fdid they sound the fif^Ces lowly Di^Gd they sound the death m^Farch as they lowered y^Cou down Did th^Fe band play the last post and^G chorus ^FDid the pipes play t^Dmhe flowers of the f^Gor^Cest.

Well^C the sun now it s^Fhines on the green ^Dmfields of France There'^Gs a warm summe^Cr breeze it makes ^Gthe red poppies dance And lo^Cok how the sun s^Fhines from under^Dm the cloudes T^Ghere's no gas no barbed ^Fwire , there'^Cs no gun firing now.

But h^Cere in this gravey^Fard it's still no^Dm mans land The cou^Gntless white c^Crosses stand mute ^Gin the sand To man^C's blind indeff^Ference to his fel^Dmlow man T^Go a whole generation tha^Ft were butche^Cred and dammed

Did the^Gy beat the drum slowly ,^Fdid they sound the fif^Ces lowly Di^Gd they sound the death m^Farch as they lowered y^Cou down Did th^Fe band play the last post and^G chorus ^FDid the pipes play t^Dmhe flowers of the f^Gor^Cest.

Well W^Cill Mc Bri^Fde I cant ^Dmhelp wonder why Do tho^Gse that lie^C here know why did^G they die And d^Cid they bel^Fieve when ^Dmthey answered the call D^Gid they really believe t^Fhat this war ^Cwould end war

Well ^Cthe sorrow ^Fthe suffer^Dming the glory the pain The ki^Glling the d^Cying was all done ^Gin vain For y^Coung Willy ^FMc Bride i^Dmt all happened again A^Gnd again,and again,and a^Fgain,and agai^Cn

Did the^Gy beat the drum slowly ,^Fdid they sound the fif^Ces lowly Di^Gd they sound the death m^Farch as they lowered y^Cou down Did th^Fe band play the last post and^G chorus ^FDid the pipes play t^Dmhe flowers of t^Ghe^C forest.