Christmas - 'Christmas 1915'

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CHRISTMAS 1915

1915 on Christmas day
On the western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud on bags of sand
We heard a germen sing from no mans land
He had a tenor voice so pure and true
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring ore the living dead and dammed
The germen sang of peace from no mans land

They left there trenches and we left ours
Beneath tins hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, cigerets and boats of wine
We built a solders truce on the front line
There singer was a lad of twenty one
We begged another song before the dawn
And sitting in the mud and blood and fear
He sang again the song I longed to hear

Silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
Alls calm, alls bright all brothers hand in hand
In 19 and 15 in no mans' Land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
At night they charged we fought them hand to hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no mans land

Silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
Alls calm, alls bright all brothers hand in hand
And that young solder sings
The sound of peace still rings
Tho the captains and the kings build no mans land

Sleep in heavenly peace