Green Fields of France

Dropkick Murphys

Transposer:

Well how do you do young Willie McBride, Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while in the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done. I see by your gravestone you were only 19, When you joined the great fallen in 1916, Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean, Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene. Did they beat the drum slowly, Did they play the fife lowly, Did they sound the dead march, as they lowered you down, Did the band play the last post and chorus, Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest. And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind, In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined, And though you died back in 1916, To that loyal heart you're forever 19. Or are you a stranger without even a name, Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane, In an old photograph all torn tattered and stained, And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame. Did they beat the drum slowly, Did they play the fife lowly, Did they sound the dead march, as they lowered you down, Did the band play the last post and chorus, Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest. The sun's shining down on these green fields of France, The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance, The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land", The countless white crosses in mute witness stand, To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, And a whole generation that were butchered and damned. Did they beat the drum slowly, Did they play the fife lowly, Did they sound the dead march, as they lowered you down, Did the band play the last post and chorus, Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest. And I can't help but wonder, oh Willie McBride Do all those who lie here know why they die, Did you really believe them when they told you the cause Did they really believe that this war would end wars. Well, the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain, Oh Willie McBride it all happened again, And again, and again, and again, and again

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La chanson évoque la rencontre imaginaire d'un narrateur avec la tombe de Willie McBride, un jeune soldat mort à 19 ans pendant la Première Guerre mondiale. Le narrateur réfléchit à la vie dont Willie a été privé et s’interroge sur les circonstances de sa mort, en espérant qu’elle a été rapide et sans souffrance. Il se remémore les rituels funéraires et les souvenirs laissés par ceux qui ont perdu un être cher, tout en constatant que, malgré le passage du temps, les souffrances de la guerre demeurent gravées dans la mémoire collective. Le contexte de cette chanson s’inscrit dans la terrible réalité des conflits du XXe siècle, où des générations entières ont été sacrifiées dans des batailles sanglantes. Elle soulève des questions sur le sens de la guerre et sur la manière dont l’humanité a souvent été indifférente à la souffrance de ses semblables. Ce récit, en résonnant avec l’actualité des conflits d'hier et d'aujourd'hui, nous invite à réfléchir sur les leçons que nous devrions tirer de notre passé.

Le Chansonnier