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1915 on Christmas |
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DayOn the western front the guns all died away |
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And laying in the mud on bags of sand |
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We heard a |
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German sing from no man's land |
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He had tenor voice so pure and true |
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The words were strange but every note we knew |
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Soaring o're the the living dead and dammed |
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The German sang of peace from no man's land |
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They left their trenches and we left ours |
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Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers |
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With photos cigarettes and pots of wine |
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We built a soldier's truce on the front line |
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Their singer was a lad of 21 |
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We begged another song before the dawn |
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And sitting in the mud and blood and fear |
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He sang again the song all longed to hear |
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Silent night, no cannons roar |
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A king is born of peace for evermore |
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All's calm, all's bright |
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All brothers hand in hand |
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In 19 and 15 in no man's land |
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And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain |
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And we killed them and they killed us again |
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At night they charged we fought them hand to hand |
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And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land |
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Silent night, no cannons roar |
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A king is born of peace for evermore |
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All's calm, all's bright |
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All brothers hand in hand |
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And that young soldier sings |
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And the song of peace still rings |
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Though the captains and all the kings |
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Built no man's land |
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Sleep in heavenly peace |
