Lyrics No Man's Land (Green Fields of France) - John Schumann and The Vagabond Crew

Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the glorious fallen back in 1915
But I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Oh Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum so slowly? Did they sound the pipe so lowly?
Did the rifles fire above you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
Some faithful heart with your memory enshrined?
And though you died way back in 1915
In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
And I can't help but wonder now William McBride
Do all those who lie here know why that they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Did they beat the drum so slowly? Did they sound the pipe so lowly?
Did the rifles fire above you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
All the suffering and the sorrow and the glory and the shame
All the killing and the dying it was all done in vain
For William McBride it all happened again
And again and again dear God it's happening again
Did they beat the drum so slowly? Did they sound the pipe so lowly?
Did the rifles fire above you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
Did the bugles play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?