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http://kbcs.fm kbcs is a great public radio station with streaming archives of their folk, Celtic, bluegrass and other shows. • • John McCutcheon's page: • http://folkmusic.com/homepage/ • • Christmas in the Trenches - John McCutcheon • • Christmas in the Trenches by John McCutcheon • • My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool. • Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school. • To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here • I fought for King and country I love dear. • 'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung, • The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung • Our families back in England were toasting us that day • Their brave and glorious lads so far away. • • I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground • When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound • Says I, Now listen up, me boys! each soldier strained to hear • As one young German voice sang out so clear. • He's singing bloody well, you know! my partner says to me • Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony • The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more • As Christmas brought us respite from the war • As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent • God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen struck up some lads from Kent • The next they sang was Stille Nacht. Tis 'Silent Night', says I • And in two tongues one song filled up that sky • There's someone coming toward us! the front line sentry cried • All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side • His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright • As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night • Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land • With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand • We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well • And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell • We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home • These sons and fathers far away from families of their own • Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin • This curious and unlikely band of men • • Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more • With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war • But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night • Whose family have I fixed within my sights? • 'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung • The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung • For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war • Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore • • My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell • Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well • That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame • And on each end of the rifle we're the same • • © 1984 John McCutcheon - All rights reserved

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