Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: qualquer
The Greenfields Of France
Words and music by Eric Bogle
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Well how do you do young
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Will-ie Mc Bride
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Do you mind if I sit here down by your
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Grave-side and rest for a-while
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Neath the warm sum-mer sun I've been
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Work-ing all day and I'm near-ly done
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I see by your grave-stone you were
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On-ly nine-teen when you joined the great
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Fall-en in nine-teen six-teen I hope
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You died well and I hope you died clean
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Or young Will-ie Mc Bride was it
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Slow and ob-scene
CHORUS
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Did they beat the drum slow-ly did they
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Sound the fife low-ly did they
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Sound the dead march as they
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Lower-ed you down
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And did the band play the last post
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And chor-us did the pipes play the
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Flower O' The For--------est
The rest of the verses follow on page 2
The Green fields of Francel
And did you leave e;er a wife or a 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 astranger without even a name
Enclosed in forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph torn,battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
The sun now it shines o;er the green fields of France
There's warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look 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 nomans land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation who were butchered and damned
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 was all done in vain
For young Willie Mc Bride it all happened again
And again and again and again.
