Celtic Thunder - Christmas 1915 Lyrics

1915 on Christmas Day
On the western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud and bags of sand
We heard a German sing from no-mans land

He had a tenor voice so pure and true
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring o'er the living, dead, and damned
A German sang of peace from no-mans land

They left their trenches and we left ours
Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, cigarettes, and pots of wine
We built a soldiers truce on the front line

The 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
Our King is born of peace forevermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
In 19 and 15 in no-mans land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
At night they charged we fought them hand to hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no-mans land

Silent night, no cannons roar
Our King is born of peace forevermore
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-mans land

Sleep in heavenly peace


[Thanks to septskyes for adding these lyrics]