1915 on Christmas Day On western front the guns all died away And laying in the mud on bags of sand We heard the German sing from no man's land He tenor voice so pure and true The words were strange but every note we knew Soaring ore 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 the smiles bloomed like wild flowers With photos cigarettes and bottles 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 sll guns boomed in the rain And we killed them and they killed us again At night they charged we fought them hand in 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
