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with my step dad, one of thier songs was "The Green Fields of France" which she sang solo and eloquently dedicated to the victims of the Iraq war, military and civilian. Afterwards an older man approached her with tears in his eyes and told her he was a Vietnam vet and she gave him hope for the future...I'm so proud I could bust!!! Here is the song...
1) Well, how do you do young Willie McBride? Do you mind if I sit hear down by your graveside, And rest for a while ‘neath the warm summer sun. I’ve been working all day and I’m nearly done. I can see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen. Well I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean, Oh Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? Chorus: Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, did they sound the death march, as they lowered you down? Did the bands play the last post and chorus? Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest? 2.) And did you leave a wife or sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined, Although you died back in nineteen sixteen In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen? Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed now forever behind a glass frame In an old photograph torn, battered and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame. Chorus:
3.) Now see how the sun shines o’er the green field of France There’s a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance, And see how the sun shines from under the clouds There’s no gas or barbed wire, there’s no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard it’s still no-man’s land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man’s blind difference to his fellow man To a whole generation who were butchered and damned. Chorus:
4.) Now young Willie McBride, I can’t help wonder why Do all those who 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. Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory the pain, The killing, the dying they were all done in vain For young Willie McBride it all happened again And again and again and again and again. Chorus:
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