Christmas 1915

 Something of a tradition this, 
Times could not have been worse in 1915 lying in the muck of Flanders fields with your gun at the ready.

Then for a breif moment a miracle happened.

The horror of war is well sung by Gerry Lynch

In neneteen fifteen on Christmas Day

On western front the guns all died a(A)way

And (G)lying in the mud on bags of (Bm)sand

We (G)heard a German (A)sing from no man's (D)land

He had a tenor voice so pure and true

The words were strange but every note we knew

Soaring ore the living dead and dammed

A German sang of peace from no man's land

They left their trenches and we left ours

Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers

With photos cigarettes and bottles of wine

We built a soldier's truce on the front line

Their singer was a lad of twenty-one

We begged another song before the dawn

And sitting in the mud and blood and fear

He sang again the song all longed to hear

Chorus:

(D)Silent night, no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for ever(A)more

All's (G)calm, all's (Bm)bright

All brothers hand in (D)hand

In (G)nineteen and fif(A)teen in no man's (D)land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain

And we killed them and they killed us again

At night they charged we fought them hand in hand

And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land

Silent night no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore

All's calm, all's bright

All brothers hand in hand

And (G)that young soldier (A)sings

And the (G)song of peace still (A)rings

Though the (G)captains and all the (A)kings

Built (G)no man's (D)land

(D)Sleep in (A)heavenly (D)peace

So peace and good health to you all.

I hope to meet you all again in 2013