Текст песни John Mcdermott - Christmas in The Trenches
John Mcdermott - Christmas in The Trenches слова песни
Oh my name is francis tolliver, I come from liverpoolTwo years ago the war was waiting for me after schoolFrom belgium and to flanders, germany to hereI fought for king and country I love dear.Twas christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hungThe frozen fields of france where still no christmas songs were sungOur families back in england were toasting us that dayThere brave and glorious lads so far away.I was lying with my mess mates on the cold and rocky groundWhen across the lines of battle came a most peculiar soundSays I now listen up me boys, each soldier strained to hearAs one young german voice sang out so clear.Hes singing bloody well you know, my partner says to meSoon one by one each german voice joined in in harmonyThe cannons rested silent and the gas cloud rolled no moreAs christmas brought us respite from the war.As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spentGod rest ye merry gentlemen struck up some lads from kentThe next thing sang was stille nach tis silent night says iAnd in two tongues one song filled up that skyTheres someone coming towards us now the front line sentry saidAll sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their sideHis truce flag like a christmas star shone on the plane so brightAs he bravely trudged unarmed into the night.Then one by one on either side, walked in to no mans landWith neither gun nor bayonet, we met there hand to handWe shared some secret brandy and we wished each other wellAnd in a flare lit football game we gave them hell.We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from homeThese sons and father far away from families of their ownTon sanders played the squeeze box and they had a violinThis curious and unlikely band of men.Soon daylight stole upon us and france was france once moreWith sad farewells we each began to settle back to warBut the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous nightWhose family have I fixed within my sights.Twas christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hungThe frozen fields of france were warmed, the songs of peace were sungFor the walls theyd kept between us to exact the work of warHad been crumbled and were gone forever more.Oh my name is francis tolliver, from liverpool I dwellEach christmas comes since world war I have learned its lesson wellFor the one who calls the shots wont be among the dead and lameAnd on each end of the rifle were the same