Chords for John McDermott - The Green Fields Of France (With Lyrics)

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_ Well, how [Dbm] do you do, [A] young Willie _ [B] McBray?
Do you mind if I sit here down [A] by your [E] graveside?
_ _ _ And rest [Dbm] for a while, [A] near the warm summer [B] sun?
_ I've been walking all day, _ [A] and I'm nearly [E] done. _ _
_ _ I see by [Dbm] your gravestone [A] you were only _ [Gbm] nineteen, [B] when you joined the great father [A] in _ [B] 1960.
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I hope you died [Dbm] well, _ [A] and I hope you [Gbm] died clean.
[B] Oh, young Willie McBray, _ [A] was it slow and [B] unseen?
Did they beat the drum slowly?
[E] Did they play the pipe slowly?
Did [B] they sound the death march [E] as they lowered [B] you down?
_ _ _ [A] Did the band play the last [E] post and chorus?
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[E] Did the pipes play [A] the flowers or [B] the _ [E] fallow air? _ _ _
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Did you leave [Dbm] a wife [A] or a sweetheart _ [B] behind?
_ In some faithful heart [Abm] is [A] your memory [E] enshrined.
_ Although you [Dbm] died back [A] in _ _ [B] 1916, _ in that faithful heart are [A] you forever [E]
nineteen.
_ _ _ Or are you [Dbm] a stranger without [A] even [Gbm] a name, _ [B] _ enclosed [B] then forever _ _ [A] behind a [B] glass frame? _
_ _ [E] In an old _ [A] [Dbm] photograph, _ [A] torn, [B] battered and [Gbm] stained, [B] and faded to yellow in [A] a brown [E] leather frame.
_ [B] Did they beat the drum slowly?
[A] Did they play [E] the pipe slowly?
Did [B] they sound the death march [E] as they lowered [B] you down? _ _
_ [A] Did the band play the last [E] post and chorus?
[Dbm] _ _ [E] Did the pipes play the [A] flowers or [B] the _ [E] fallow air? _ _ _ _ _
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Ah, the sun now [Dm] it shines [Bb] on the green fields [C] of France, as a warm summer breeze makes [Bb] the [Gm] red puppies [F] dance.
_ And look how [Dm] the sun [Bb] shines from under [C] the clouds.
There's no gas, no barbed wire, [F] [Bb] there's no gun [F] firing now. _ _ _
But here [Dm] in this graveyard [Bb] it's still no [Gm] man's land.
_ [C] The countless white crosses [Bb] stand mute [C] in the sand.
_ _ [F] To man's blind [Dm] _
indifference, [Bb] to his fellow _ [Gm] man, [C] to a whole generation [Bb] that [Gm] were butchered [Am] and [Em] damned.
[Dm] [C] Did they beat the drum slowly?
[Bb] Did they play [F] the pipe slowly?
Did [C] they sound the death march [F] as they lowered [C] you down? _
_ _ [Bb] Did the band play the last [F] post and chorus?
[Dm] _ Did [F] the pipes [Bb] play the flowers or [C] the fallow [F] air? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I am William _ [Dm] McBride, I [Bb] can't help [C] wonder why.
Do those that lie here _ [Bb] know why did [F] they die?
And did they [Dm] believe [Bb] when they answered [C] the call?
Did they really _ believe [Bb] that this war [F] would end war?
_ _ _ For the sorrow, [Dm] the suffering, [Bb] the glory, [F] [Gm] the pain, [C] the killing and dying [Bb] was all [C] done in vain. _ _
For [F] young William [Dm] McBride it [Bb] all happened _ [Gm] again, _ [C] and again and again and [Bb] [F] again and [C] again.
I'm blessed.
My father fought in the war [Bb] for his country and [F] for his family, but _
_ [C] _ I was born at [Bb] a time _ [C] that it wasn't needed, and I'm grateful for that.
[Bb] Did the band play the last [F] post and chorus?
[Bb] _ [Dm] _ _ Did [F] the pipes play the flowers or [C] the fallow _ air?
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