Chords for Green Fields of France - Tommy Fleming
Tempo:
128.25 bpm
Chords used:
F
Eb
Bb
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb]
[Cm]
[F] [C]
[F]
[Eb] [Bb]
Well, how do you [Gm] do, [Cm] young Willie McBride?
[F] Do you [Bb] mind if I sit here [Eb] down by your [Bb] graveside?
And rest [Gm] for a while, [Cm] near the [D] warm summer [Eb] sun?
[F]
I've been walking [C] [F] all day, [Eb] and I'm nearly [Fm]
[Bb] done.
I see by [Gm] your gravestone [Cm] you're only nineteen,
[F] When you joined the Great Fallen [Eb] in [F] 1916.
[Bb] Well, I hope you died well, and [Cm] I hope [Bb] you [Eb] died clean.
[Cm] [F] Young Willie McBride, was [Eb] it slow and [Bb] obscene?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march as [Eb] they lowered you [F] down?
Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Am] [Gm] Did [Bb] the pipes play the flowers [Eb] of [F] the [Bb] forest?
Did you leave [Gm] a wife [Cm] or a sweetheart behind?
[F] In that loyal heart is [Eb] your memory [F] enshrined?
[Bb] And although you [Gm] died back in [F] [Cm] 1916,
[Bb] [F] To that faithful heart are you [Eb] forever
[Bb] nineteen?
Or are [Gm] you a stranger without [Cm] even [Eb] a name,
[F] Encased forever [Eb] behind a [F] glass frame?
[Bb] In an old [Gm] photograph, [Cm] torn and [Dm] battered and [Cm] stained,
[F] And faded to yellow [Eb] in a brown leather [Bb] frame?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and [F] chorus?
[Gm]
Did [Bb] the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the [Bb] forest?
The sun [Eb] now it [Gm] shines on [Cm] the green fields of France.
[F] There's the warm breeze that blows, that makes [Eb] the wild puppies [Bb] dance.
The trenches [Gm] have vanished [Cm] long under the plow.
[F] There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's [Eb] no guns [Bb] firing now.
But here [Gm] in this graveyard that's [Eb] still no man's land,
[F] The countless white crosses [Eb] stand mute in the [F] sand.
[Bb] To a man's blind [Gm] indifference, [Cm] to his fellow man,
And [F] to a whole generation [Eb] that were [Bb] butchered and damned.
[F] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
[Eb] Did the band play [F] the last [Bb] post and [F] chorus?
[Gm]
[Bb] Did the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the [Bb] forest?
And I can't [Gm] help but wonder now, young Malene [Eb] McBride,
[F] Do all those who lie here [Eb] know why [Bb] they died?
Did you really [Gm] believe them when they [Cm] told you the cause?
[F] Did you really believe them at [Eb] this war, red-end [Bb] wars?
Well, the suffering, [Gm] the sorrow, [Cm] the glory, the shame,
[F] The killing and dying [Eb] were all done [F] in vain.
Well, [Bb] young Willie [Gm] McBride, [Cm] it all happened again.
[F] Again and again [Eb] and again [Bb] and again.
Did [F] they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
Did [Eb] the band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Dm]
[Gm] Did [Bb] the pipes play [Eb] the flowers of [F] the [Bb] forest?
[N] Thank you.
Thanks a million.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Ralph Emerson once said that what lies behind us and what lies before us
are very different things to what lie within us.
And this song reflects that quote, written by Johnny Duhon.
It explores family life, marriage, all the aspirations,
the hopes, the dreams of several generations.
And to reach that final goal, which is, I suppose,
the holy grail of life, which is happiness,
this song is called The
[Cm]
[F] [C]
[F]
[Eb] [Bb]
Well, how do you [Gm] do, [Cm] young Willie McBride?
[F] Do you [Bb] mind if I sit here [Eb] down by your [Bb] graveside?
And rest [Gm] for a while, [Cm] near the [D] warm summer [Eb] sun?
[F]
I've been walking [C] [F] all day, [Eb] and I'm nearly [Fm]
[Bb] done.
I see by [Gm] your gravestone [Cm] you're only nineteen,
[F] When you joined the Great Fallen [Eb] in [F] 1916.
[Bb] Well, I hope you died well, and [Cm] I hope [Bb] you [Eb] died clean.
[Cm] [F] Young Willie McBride, was [Eb] it slow and [Bb] obscene?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march as [Eb] they lowered you [F] down?
Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Am] [Gm] Did [Bb] the pipes play the flowers [Eb] of [F] the [Bb] forest?
Did you leave [Gm] a wife [Cm] or a sweetheart behind?
[F] In that loyal heart is [Eb] your memory [F] enshrined?
[Bb] And although you [Gm] died back in [F] [Cm] 1916,
[Bb] [F] To that faithful heart are you [Eb] forever
[Bb] nineteen?
Or are [Gm] you a stranger without [Cm] even [Eb] a name,
[F] Encased forever [Eb] behind a [F] glass frame?
[Bb] In an old [Gm] photograph, [Cm] torn and [Dm] battered and [Cm] stained,
[F] And faded to yellow [Eb] in a brown leather [Bb] frame?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and [F] chorus?
[Gm]
Did [Bb] the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the [Bb] forest?
The sun [Eb] now it [Gm] shines on [Cm] the green fields of France.
[F] There's the warm breeze that blows, that makes [Eb] the wild puppies [Bb] dance.
The trenches [Gm] have vanished [Cm] long under the plow.
[F] There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's [Eb] no guns [Bb] firing now.
But here [Gm] in this graveyard that's [Eb] still no man's land,
[F] The countless white crosses [Eb] stand mute in the [F] sand.
[Bb] To a man's blind [Gm] indifference, [Cm] to his fellow man,
And [F] to a whole generation [Eb] that were [Bb] butchered and damned.
[F] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
[Eb] Did the band play [F] the last [Bb] post and [F] chorus?
[Gm]
[Bb] Did the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the [Bb] forest?
And I can't [Gm] help but wonder now, young Malene [Eb] McBride,
[F] Do all those who lie here [Eb] know why [Bb] they died?
Did you really [Gm] believe them when they [Cm] told you the cause?
[F] Did you really believe them at [Eb] this war, red-end [Bb] wars?
Well, the suffering, [Gm] the sorrow, [Cm] the glory, the shame,
[F] The killing and dying [Eb] were all done [F] in vain.
Well, [Bb] young Willie [Gm] McBride, [Cm] it all happened again.
[F] Again and again [Eb] and again [Bb] and again.
Did [F] they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
Did [Eb] the band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Dm]
[Gm] Did [Bb] the pipes play [Eb] the flowers of [F] the [Bb] forest?
[N] Thank you.
Thanks a million.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Ralph Emerson once said that what lies behind us and what lies before us
are very different things to what lie within us.
And this song reflects that quote, written by Johnny Duhon.
It explores family life, marriage, all the aspirations,
the hopes, the dreams of several generations.
And to reach that final goal, which is, I suppose,
the holy grail of life, which is happiness,
this song is called The
Key:
F
Eb
Bb
Gm
Cm
F
Eb
Bb
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ Well, how do you [Gm] do, [Cm] young Willie _ _ McBride?
[F] Do you [Bb] mind if I sit here [Eb] down by your [Bb] graveside?
_ And rest [Gm] for a while, [Cm] near the [D] warm summer [Eb] sun?
_ [F]
I've been walking [C] [F] all day, _ [Eb] and I'm nearly [Fm]
[Bb] done.
I _ _ _ see by [Gm] your gravestone [Cm] you're only nineteen,
_ [F] When you joined the Great Fallen [Eb] in _ [F] 1916. _ _ _ _
[Bb] Well, I hope you died well, and [Cm] I hope [Bb] you [Eb] died clean.
[Cm] [F] Young Willie _ McBride, was [Eb] it slow and [Bb] obscene?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march as [Eb] they lowered you [F] down? _
_ _ Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Am] _ [Gm] _ _ Did [Bb] the pipes play the flowers [Eb] of [F] the _ _ [Bb] forest? _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Did you leave [Gm] a wife [Cm] or a sweetheart _ behind? _
[F] In that loyal heart is [Eb] your memory _ [F] enshrined?
[Bb] And although you [Gm] died back _ in _ [F] [Cm] 1916,
_ [Bb] [F] To that faithful heart are you [Eb] forever _
[Bb] nineteen? _ _ _
Or are [Gm] you a stranger without [Cm] even [Eb] a name,
_ [F] _ Encased forever _ [Eb] behind a [F] glass frame?
_ _ [Bb] _ In an old _ [Gm] photograph, [Cm] torn and [Dm] battered and [Cm] stained, _
[F] And faded to yellow [Eb] in a brown leather [Bb] _ frame?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
_ _ _ Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and [F] chorus?
_ [Gm] _
Did [Bb] the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the _ [Bb] forest?
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The sun [Eb] now it [Gm] shines on [Cm] the green fields of France.
[F] There's the warm breeze that blows, that makes [Eb] the wild puppies [Bb] _ dance.
The trenches [Gm] have vanished [Cm] long under the plow.
[F] There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's [Eb] no guns [Bb] firing now.
But _ _ here [Gm] in this graveyard that's [Eb] still no man's land,
[F] The countless white crosses [Eb] stand mute in the [F] sand. _
_ [Bb] To a man's blind [Gm] _ indifference, [Cm] to his fellow man,
And [F] to a whole _ generation [Eb] that were [Bb] butchered and damned.
[F] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down? _ _
[Eb] Did the band play [F] the last [Bb] post and [F] chorus?
[Gm] _ _
[Bb] Did the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the _ [Bb] forest? _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I can't [Gm] help but wonder now, young Malene [Eb] _ McBride,
[F] Do all those who lie here [Eb] know why [Bb] they died?
Did you really [Gm] believe them when they [Cm] told you the cause?
[F] Did you really believe them at [Eb] this war, red-end [Bb] _ wars?
_ Well, the suffering, [Gm] the sorrow, [Cm] the glory, the shame,
[F] The killing and dying [Eb] were all done [F] in vain.
_ Well, [Bb] young Willie [Gm] _ McBride, [Cm] it all happened again. _
[F] Again and again [Eb] and again [Bb] and again.
Did [F] they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
_ Did [Eb] the band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Dm] _
[Gm] _ Did [Bb] the pipes play [Eb] the flowers of [F] the _ [Bb] forest? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] Thank you. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thanks a million. _
_ _ _ _ Thank you. _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you so much. _ _
_ _ Ralph Emerson once said that what lies behind us and what lies before us
_ are very different things to what lie within us. _
And this song reflects that quote, _ _ written by Johnny Duhon. _
_ It explores family life, marriage, _ all the aspirations,
the hopes, the dreams of several generations.
_ And _ to reach that final goal, which is, _ I suppose,
the holy grail of life, which is happiness,
_ _ _ this song is called The
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ Well, how do you [Gm] do, [Cm] young Willie _ _ McBride?
[F] Do you [Bb] mind if I sit here [Eb] down by your [Bb] graveside?
_ And rest [Gm] for a while, [Cm] near the [D] warm summer [Eb] sun?
_ [F]
I've been walking [C] [F] all day, _ [Eb] and I'm nearly [Fm]
[Bb] done.
I _ _ _ see by [Gm] your gravestone [Cm] you're only nineteen,
_ [F] When you joined the Great Fallen [Eb] in _ [F] 1916. _ _ _ _
[Bb] Well, I hope you died well, and [Cm] I hope [Bb] you [Eb] died clean.
[Cm] [F] Young Willie _ McBride, was [Eb] it slow and [Bb] obscene?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march as [Eb] they lowered you [F] down? _
_ _ Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Am] _ [Gm] _ _ Did [Bb] the pipes play the flowers [Eb] of [F] the _ _ [Bb] forest? _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Did you leave [Gm] a wife [Cm] or a sweetheart _ behind? _
[F] In that loyal heart is [Eb] your memory _ [F] enshrined?
[Bb] And although you [Gm] died back _ in _ [F] [Cm] 1916,
_ [Bb] [F] To that faithful heart are you [Eb] forever _
[Bb] nineteen? _ _ _
Or are [Gm] you a stranger without [Cm] even [Eb] a name,
_ [F] _ Encased forever _ [Eb] behind a [F] glass frame?
_ _ [Bb] _ In an old _ [Gm] photograph, [Cm] torn and [Dm] battered and [Cm] stained, _
[F] And faded to yellow [Eb] in a brown leather [Bb] _ frame?
Did they [F] beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
Did [F] they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
_ _ _ Did the [Eb] band play [F] the last post [Bb] and [F] chorus?
_ [Gm] _
Did [Bb] the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the _ [Bb] forest?
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The sun [Eb] now it [Gm] shines on [Cm] the green fields of France.
[F] There's the warm breeze that blows, that makes [Eb] the wild puppies [Bb] _ dance.
The trenches [Gm] have vanished [Cm] long under the plow.
[F] There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's [Eb] no guns [Bb] firing now.
But _ _ here [Gm] in this graveyard that's [Eb] still no man's land,
[F] The countless white crosses [Eb] stand mute in the [F] sand. _
_ [Bb] To a man's blind [Gm] _ indifference, [Cm] to his fellow man,
And [F] to a whole _ generation [Eb] that were [Bb] butchered and damned.
[F] Did they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play [Bb] the pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down? _ _
[Eb] Did the band play [F] the last [Bb] post and [F] chorus?
[Gm] _ _
[Bb] Did the pipes [Eb] play the flowers [F] of the _ [Bb] forest? _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I can't [Gm] help but wonder now, young Malene [Eb] _ McBride,
[F] Do all those who lie here [Eb] know why [Bb] they died?
Did you really [Gm] believe them when they [Cm] told you the cause?
[F] Did you really believe them at [Eb] this war, red-end [Bb] _ wars?
_ Well, the suffering, [Gm] the sorrow, [Cm] the glory, the shame,
[F] The killing and dying [Eb] were all done [F] in vain.
_ Well, [Bb] young Willie [Gm] _ McBride, [Cm] it all happened again. _
[F] Again and again [Eb] and again [Bb] and again.
Did [F] they beat the drums slowly?
[Eb] Did they play the [Bb] pipes slowly?
[F] Did they sound the dead march [Eb] as they lowered [F] you down?
_ Did [Eb] the band play [F] the last post [Bb] and chorus?
[Dm] _
[Gm] _ Did [Bb] the pipes play [Eb] the flowers of [F] the _ [Bb] forest? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] Thank you. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thanks a million. _
_ _ _ _ Thank you. _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you so much. _ _
_ _ Ralph Emerson once said that what lies behind us and what lies before us
_ are very different things to what lie within us. _
And this song reflects that quote, _ _ written by Johnny Duhon. _
_ It explores family life, marriage, _ all the aspirations,
the hopes, the dreams of several generations.
_ And _ to reach that final goal, which is, _ I suppose,
the holy grail of life, which is happiness,
_ _ _ this song is called The