The Green Fields Of France
Celtic Thunder Lyrics


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Well, how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drum 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 ere wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart you're forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drum 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

Now, Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why
Do those who lie here know why did they died
Did they believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and the dying were all done in vain
But for, Willie McBride, it all happened again
And again and again and again and again
Did they beat the drum 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 the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest

Overall Meaning

"The Green Fields Of France" is a powerful and poignant song that explores the themes of war, sacrifice, and the lasting impact it has on individuals and society. The lyrics depict a young man, Willie McBride, who lost his life at the age of 19 during World War I in 1916. The singer, while visiting Willie's graveside, expresses their curiosity and empathy towards his story.


The first verse introduces the conversation between the singer and Willie, as they ask if they can sit by his gravestone and seek some solace from their long journey. The lyrics show that Willie was very young when he joined the war effort, and the singer expresses their hope that Willie's death was quick and devoid of the gruesome horrors of war.


The following verses question the fate of Willie, asking if the military honored him with a solemn procession, playing the drums and the fife softly to pay tribute to his sacrifice. They ask if the Last Post, a bugle call in remembrance of fallen soldiers, was played, and if the bagpipes played the traditional Scottish funeral tune, "The Flowers of the Forest."


The lyrics then turn toward the personal aspects of Willie's life, wondering if he had a loved one left behind, someone who cherishes his memory. The singer ponders if Willie is just an unknown figure, forever trapped behind a glass pane in an old, torn, and faded photograph, fading away but still captured in time.


The final verse gradually becomes more introspective, as the singer contemplates the futility and consequences of war. They question if those who lie in graves like Willie truly understood the reasons they were fighting for. They ponder whether they believed that this war would be the end of all wars, even though the sorrow, suffering, and death it brought seemed all in vain. The repetition of "again and again" emphasizes the cyclical nature of war, highlighting the continuous repetition of human conflict.


Overall, "The Green Fields Of France" conveys a deep sense of sadness and reflection on the realities and consequences of war, capturing the emotions and questions that arise when confronted with the sacrifices made by soldiers like Willie McBride.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, how do you do young Willie McBride
Hello, young Willie McBride. How are you?


Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
May I sit beside your grave?


And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun
Let me rest in the sunshine for a little while


I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
I've been walking all day and I'm exhausted


I see by your gravestone you were only 19
I see from your gravestone that you were just 19 years old


When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
When you enlisted in the army in 1916


Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
I hope your death was quick and without suffering


Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene
Willie McBride, was your death slow and grotesque?


Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the drum slowly and mournfully?


Did they play the fife lowly
Did they play the fife softly and solemnly?


Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did they play the funeral march as they lowered you into the ground?


Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the band play the Last Post and the Chorus?


Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Did the bagpipes play the tune 'Flowers of the Forest'?


Did you leave a ere wife or a sweetheart behind
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?


In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Is your memory cherished in the heart of someone who loved you?


And though you died back in 1916
Even though you died in 1916


In that faithful heart you're forever 19
In the heart of someone who loved you, you will always be 19 years old


Or are you a stranger without even a name
Or are you an unknown soldier with no name?


Enclosed forever behind a glass pane
Forever enclosed behind a glass pane


In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
In an old photograph that is torn, worn, and stained


And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Faded to a yellowish hue in a brown leather frame


Now, Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why
Now, Willie McBride, I can't help but wonder why


Do those who lie here know why did they died
Do those who rest here know why they died?


Did they believe when they answered the cause
Did they truly believe in the cause they fought for?


Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Did they sincerely believe that this war would put an end to all future wars?


But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
However, the sadness, the agony, the honor, and the pain


The killing and the dying were all done in vain
All the killing and dying were ultimately pointless


But for, Willie McBride, it all happened again
But for you, Willie McBride, history repeated itself


And again and again and again and again
Over and over again, repeatedly


Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the drum slowly and mournfully?


Did they play the fife lowly
Did they play the fife softly and solemnly?


Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did they play the funeral march as they lowered you into the ground?


Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the band play the Last Post and the Chorus?


Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Did the bagpipes play the tune 'Flowers of the Forest'?




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