Running through my head...
Green Fields of France
Alternate sets of lyrics
I heard the Jolly Rogers do it first, and more recently the Dropkick Murphys. It wasn't one of the JR songs that originally grabbed me, it was only on one of my cross-country drives that I actually listened to it for the first time, and got thoroughly sucked into it. I can't think of any other more visceral war protest song.
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds;
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there're no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard is still No Man's Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned.
Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
Alternate sets of lyrics
I heard the Jolly Rogers do it first, and more recently the Dropkick Murphys. It wasn't one of the JR songs that originally grabbed me, it was only on one of my cross-country drives that I actually listened to it for the first time, and got thoroughly sucked into it. I can't think of any other more visceral war protest song.
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds;
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there're no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard is still No Man's Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned.
Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.