No Man's Land (Green Fields Of France)-Joss Stone&Jeff Beck
Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while beneath the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
well I hoped you died well, and I hoped you died clean
Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart, is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1916
In that loyal heart are you forever nineteen
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
well I hoped you died well, and I hoped you died clean
Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you to the ground
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Did the band
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you to the ground
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest