Celtic Thunder Follow

George:
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 German sing from no man's land
He had tenor voice so pure and true
Ryan:
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring ore the the living dead and dammed
George:
The German sang of peace from no man's land
Paul:
They left their trenches and we left ours
Damian:
Beneath tin hats their smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, cigarettes, and pots of wine
Paul:
We built a soldier's truce on the front line
Their singer was a lad of 21
Keith:
We beg another song before the dawn
And sitting in the mud and blood and feed
Paul:
He sang again the song all longed to hear
Silent night, no cannons roar
All:
A king is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
Paul:
In 19 and 15 in no man's land
All:
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
George:
And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land
Paul:
Silent night, no cannons roar
All:
A king is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
Ryan:
And that young soldier sings
Paul:
And the song of peace still rings
George:
Though the captains and all the kings
All:
Built no man's land
Sleep in heavenly peace