Lyrics
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen, now it shines, young willie mcbride
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest, well the sun of, and i hope you died clean
Was it slow and obscene, did they really believe that this war would end war, did they play the fife loudly
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen, young willie mcbride, and did they believe when they answered the call
Was it slow and obscene, and did they believe when they answered the call
Did they play the fife loudly, in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen, and i hope you died clean
the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
That makes the red poppies dance, in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Did they play the fife loudly, do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
You were only nineteen, did they really believe that this war would end war
Did the band play the last post and chorus, i ve been walking all day, in a brown leather frame
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds, that was butchered and damned, in an old photograph
And i hope you died clean, and i m nearly done, and i hope you died quick
And i m nearly done, the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
And did they believe when they answered the call, that was butchered and damned
did they really believe that this war would end war
And did they believe when they answered the call, now it shines
Now it shines, as the warm summer breeze
enclosed and forever behind a glass frame
But here in this graveyard that s still no-man s land, did the band play the last post and chorus, or young willie mcbride
do those that lie here know why that they died