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.
The Green Fields Of France [D]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-A7Bride, was it G slow and ob-D-scene
Did they Abeat 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-Aclosed and for-A7ever, be-Ghind 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 Abeat 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 Agas, 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-A7ration, that was G butchered and D dammed
Did they Abeat 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 Abeat 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.