The Green Fields of France The Fureys
I was surprised to see how many inaccurate tabs there are out there.
Does anyone listen to them before they rate them anymore?
Capo on 3rd like all
other tabs say, just use the shapes provided and it will all become clear. Be a bit
with the picking and strumming. Theres a lot of bass runs in the song which I havenā??t
but they arenā??t too hard to figure out from this, but this does me fine. The asus4 parts
just hammer ons and pull offs, add them in as you see fit.
Heres the chords as I use them. I hope this is of some help to you. Please comment, enjoy!
Intro D, D/A D, D/A, D, D/A.
Well, h[D]ow do you [D/A]do, young [G]Willie Mc[Em7]Bride
Do you [A]mind if I [Asus4]sit her[A]e, down [G]by your gr[A]aveside[Asus4]
And re[D]st for aw[D/A]hile 'neath the [G]warm summer [Em7]sun
I've been [A]walking all[Asus4] day, [A]and [G]I'm nearly [A]done[Asus4]
I s[D]ee by your graves[D/A]tone you are [G]only nine[Em7]teen
When you [A]joined the great [Asus4]fallen[A] in [G]nineteen-sixt[A]een[Asus4]
I [D]hope you died [D/A]well and I [G]hope you died [Em7]clean
Or, young[A] Willie M[Asus4]cBride[A], was it [G]slow and o[A]bs[Asus4]cene
Did they [A]beat the drum slowly, did they [G]play the fife [D]flowly
Did they [A]sound the Death March as they l[G]owered you [A]do[Asus4]wn
Did the [G]band play The Last Post in [D]chorus[D/B]
Did the [D]pipes play the[G] Flowers of the [A]Fores[D]t[D/A] [D] [D/A]
thats the bulk of it. just stick the following words over the appropriate parts:
Did you leave 'ere wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in brown leather frame
The sun, now it shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned
Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why
Do those that lie here know why did they die
And did they believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying was all done in vain
For, young Willie McBride, it all happened again
And again and again and again and again!