The Green Fields Of France - The Furys (D) Well how, do you do, young (G) Willy Mc-(Em)-Bride Do you (A) mind, if I (A7) sit here, down (G) by your grave-(D)-side And (D) rest for a while, in the (G) warm, summer (Em) sun I've been (A7) walking, all day, and (G) I'm nearly (D) done I (D) can see by your gravestone, you were (G) only nine-(Em)-teen When you (A7) joined, the great falling in (G) nineteen six-(A7)-teen Well I (D) hope you died well, and I (G) hope you died (Em) clean Or young (A) Willy Mc-(A7)Bride, was it (G) slow and ob-(D)-scene Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. Did you (D) leave, a wife, or a (G) sweetheart be-(Em)-hind In some (A) faithful (A7) heart, is your (G) memory en-(D)-shrined Although (D) you died back, in (G) nineteen six-(Em)-teen In some (A) faithful (A7) heart, are you for-(G)-ever nine-(D)-teen Or (D) are you a stranger without, (G) even a (Em) name En-(A)closed and for-(A7)ever, be-(G)hind a glass (A) frame In an (D) old photo-graph, torn (G) battered and (Em) stained And (A) fading to (A7) yellow, in a (G) brown leather (D) frame. Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. (D) Well the sun it shines down on the (G) green fields of (Em) France There's a (A) warm, summer (A7) breeze, it makes the (G) red poppies (D) dance And (D) look how the sun, shines from (G) under the (Em) clouds There's no (A)gas, no barbed wire, there's no (G) gun firing (D) now. (D) But here in this graveyard it's (G) still no mans (Em) land The (A) countless white (A7) crosses, stand (G) mute in the (A7) sand To (D) man's blind in-difference, to (G) his fellow (Em) man To a (A) whole gene-(A7)ration, that was (G) butchered and (D) dammed Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. Ah, young (D) Willie Mc- Bride, I can't (G) help wonder (Em) why? Do (A) those that lie (A7) here, know (G) why did they (D) die And (D) did they be-lieve when they (G) answered the (Em) call Did they (A) really be-(A7)-lieve, that this (G) war would end (D) wars Ah well the (D) sorrow the suffering, the (G) glory the (Em) pain And the (A) killing and dying, was (G) all done in (A7) vain For young (D) Willy, Mc-Bride it all (G) happened a-(Em)-gain. And a-(A)-gain, and a-(A7)-gain, and a-(G)-gain, and a-(D)-gain. Outro – Repeat the Chorus Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est.