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Lyrics for Christmas In The Trenches by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Christmas In The Trenches | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 151 | | | | Lyrics: | Christmas in the Trenches
(John McCutcheon)
My name is Francis
Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To
Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love
dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields
of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England were toasting us
that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lying with my messmate on
the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says
I, ''Now listen up, me boys!'' each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out
so clear.
''He's singing bloody well, you know!'' my partner says to me
Soon, one by one,
each German voice joined in harmony
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no
more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a
reverent pause was spent
''God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen'' struck up some lads from
Kent
The next they sang was ''Stille Nacht.'' ''Tis 'Silent Night','' says I
And in two
tongues one song filled up that sky
''There's someone coming toward us!'' the front line sentry
cried
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag,
like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the
night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor
bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other
well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and
photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young
Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of
men
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells
we each prepared to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that
wonderous night
''Whose family have I fixed within my sights?''
'Twas Christmas in the
trenches where the frost, so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of
peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been
crumbled and were gone forevermore
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I
dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones
who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the
same
@war @Xmas @seasonal
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