The Green Fields of France

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, that's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To a man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned

Eric Bogle - No Man's Land | Covered by Dropkick Murphys as "The Green Fields of France"



L'ossuaire de Douaumount, Douaumont, La Lorraine, France