A Silent Night {Christmas 1915} by Jerry Lynch

Reflections on the Truce, World War I

Sleep in heavenly peace.

1915 on Christmas day
On the western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud on 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 ore the living dead and dammed
The German sang of peace from no mans land


Oh silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
Alls calm, alls bright all brothers hand in hand
In nineteen and fifteen in no mans land


They left there trenches and we left ours
Beneath tins hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, sigurates and boats of wine
We built a solders truce on the front line
There singer was a lad of twenty one
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


Oh silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
Alls calm, alls bright all brothers hand in hand
Midst gas and rusty wire in no mans land


And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
With binit, bomb, bullet gas and flame
And neither we nor them atall to blame
There was heavy fighting rite throughout the day
For one night's peace we bloody did pay
At night they charged we fought them hand to hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no mans land


Oh silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
Alls calm, alls bright all brothers hand in hand
And that young solder sings
and the sound of peace still rings
Tho the captains and the kings build no mans land

Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

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