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letra de green fields of france - off kilter

well how do you do, young w-lly mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while beneath warm summer sun
i’ve been walking all day, and i’m nearly done
i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died well
and i hope you died clean
oh w-lly mcbride, was is it slow and obscene

did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you’re forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind a gl-ss pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

yeah

the sun shining down on the green fields of france
the warm winds blow gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
there’s no gas, no barbed wire, there’s no guns firing down
but here in this graveyard that’s still no mans land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till’ man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation that were butchered and d-mned

- off kilter

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