Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The green fields of France 
Well how do ye do young Willie McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while beneath the warm summers sun I've been walkin all day and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only 19 , when you joined the great fallin in 1916 I hope you died well and I hope you died clean For young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene 
Chorus Did they beat the drums slowly Did they 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 ye leave ayre a wife or a sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory inshrined Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever 19 Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed in forever behind a glass frame In an old photograph torn battered and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame 
Chorus 
'The sun now it shines on the green fields of France There's a warm summers breeze It makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas no barbed wire There's no gun firing now But here in this graveyard is still no mans land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To mans blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned 
Chorus 
'Aye young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why Do those that lye here know why did they die And did they believe when they answered the call Did they really believe that this war would end wars Well the sorrow the sufferin the glory the pain The killing and dying was all done in vain For young Willie McBride it all happened again and again and again and again and again Chorus