Текст песни The Guns Are Gone (Christmas Truce) - Dan Barracuda

Friday
Christmas Day
Carry this the endless way
A silent night
They sang "Silent Night"

Confused, we bear these news
Some kind of Christmas truce
On No Man's Land

All night long
Through the dawn
Holy Ghost cried
"the guns are gone!"

The guns are gone

A breathing spell of love with the enemy