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