Christmas In The Trenches

INTRO: D, G, A, D

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My name is Frances Tolliver, I 
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come from Liver-pool
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Two years ago the war was waiting 
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for me after school
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To Belgium and to Flanders, to 
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Germany, to here
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I fought for King and country I 
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love dear
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'Twas Christmas in the trenches, 
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where the frost so bitter hung
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The frozen fields of France were 
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still, no Christmas song was 
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sung
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Our families back in England were
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 toasting us that day
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Their brave and glorious lads so 
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far a-way


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I was lying with my messmate, on
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 the cold and rocky ground
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When a-cross the lines of battle 
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came a most peculiar sound
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Says I, now listen up me 
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boys, each soldier strained to hear
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As one young German voice sang 
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out so clear
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He's singing bloody well you 
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know, my partner says to me
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Soon one by one each German voice,
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 joined in in har-mo-ny
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The cannons rested silent, the 
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gas clouds rolled no more
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   A                    Asus4     
As Christmas brought us respite 
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from the war


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As soon as they were finished, 
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and a reverent pause was spent
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, 
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struck up some lads from Kent
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The next they sang was "Stille 
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Nacht", 'tis "Silent Night" says I
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And in two tongues, one song 
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filled up that sky
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There's someone comin' t'wards 
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us, the frontline sentry cried
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All sights were fixed on one lone 
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figure trudging from their side
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His truce flag like a Christmas 
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star shone on that plain so bright
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As he bravely strode un-armed 
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into the night


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Then one by one, on either side,
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 walked into No Man's Land
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With neither gun or bayonet, we 
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met there hand to hand
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We shared some secret brandy and 
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wished each other well
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And in a flare-lit soccer game, we
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 gave 'em hell
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We traded chocolates, cigarettes 
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and photographs from home
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These sons and fathers far away 
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from families of their own
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Young Sanders played his 
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squeezebox and they had a vi-o-lin
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This curious and un-likely band of
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 men


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Soon daylight stole u-pon us, and
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 France was France once more
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With sad farewells we each began 
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to settle back to war
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But the question haunted every 
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heart that lived that wondrous night
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Whose family have I fixed within 
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my sights
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'Twas Christmas in the trenches 
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where the frost so bitter hung
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The frozen fields of France were 
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warmed as Christmas songs were 
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sung
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For the walls they kept be-tween 
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us to ex-act the work of war
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Had been crumbled and are gone for 
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ever-more


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Oh my name is Frances Tolliver, 
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in Liverpool I dwell
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Each Christmas come since World 
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War One, I've learned it's lessons 
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well
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That the ones who call the 
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shots, won't be a-mong the dead and 
Em
lame
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And on each end of the rifle, 
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we're the same