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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