Green Fields - Saga

Well how do you do young Willy Macbride?

Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?

And rest for a while in the hot summer sun

I’ve ben walking all day and I’m nearly done

I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen

When you joined the great call-up in 1916

I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean,

Or young Willy Macbride was it slow and obscence?

Did they beat the drum slowly

Did they play the fife lowly

Did they play the death march

As they lowered you down

And did the band play the last post and And did the pipes play the flowers of

the forest

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?

In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined

Althought you died back in 1916

In that faithful heart are you forever 19

Or are you a stranger without a name

Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame

In an old photograph torn battered and stained

And faded to yellow in the brown leather frame

The sun now it shines on the green fields of France

There is a warm summer breeze,

That makes the red poppies dance

And look how the sun shines from under the clouds

There is no gas, no barbed wire there is no guns firing now

But here in this graveyard that' still no mans land

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand

To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man

To a whole generation that were butchered and damned

Young Willy Macbride, I can’t help wondering why

Do those that lie 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?