John McCutcheon - Christmas in the Trenches Ukulele Chords
ChordsD, Bm, G, Em, A7, F#m
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MyDnameisFrancisBmTolliver.
IGcomefrom EmLiverpool.
TwoA7yearsagothewarwaswaiting
GformeafterDschool.
ToBelgiumandtoBmFlanders,
toGGermany,toEmhere,
IA7foughtforKingandcountryIloveDdear.
TwasA7Christmasinthetrenches
wheretheGfrostsobitterDhung.
TheBmfrozenfieldsofF#mFrancewerestill,
noGChristmassongwasA7sung.
OurDfamiliesbackinBmEngland
wereGtoastingusthatEmday,
TheirA7braveandgloriousladssofar Daway.
IwasDlyin’withmyBmmessmate
ontheGcoldandrockyEmground
When A7acrossthelinesofbattle
cameaGmostpeculiarDsound.
SaysI“NowlistenBmupmeboys”,
eachGsoldierstrainedtoEmhear
AsA7oneyoungGermanvoicesangoutsoDclear.
“He’sA7singin’bloodywellyouknow”,
myGpartnersaystoDme.
SoonBmonebyoneeachF#mGermanvoice
Gjoinedinin A7harmony.
TheDcannonsrestedBmsilent.
TheGgascloudrollednoEmmore
AsA7ChristmasbroughtusrespitefromtheDwar.
AsDsoonastheywereBmfinished
aGreverentpausewasEmspent.
“GodA7RestYeMerryGentlemen”
struckGupsomeladsfromDKent.
ThenexttheysangwasBm‘StilleNacht”
“TisG‘SilentNight'”saysEmI
AndA7intwotonguesonesongfilledupthatDsky.
“There’sA7someonecommin’towardsus”
theGfrontlinesentryDcried.
AllBmsightswerefixedonF#monelonefigure
GtrudgingfromtheirA7side.
HisDtruceflag,likeaBmChristmasstar,
shoneGonthatplainsoEmbright
AsheA7bravelystrode,unarmed,intotheDnight.
SoonDonebyoneonBmeitherside
walkedGinto Emnomansland
WithA7neithergunnorbayonet
weGmettherehandtoDhand.
WesharedsomesecretBmbrandy
andGwishedeachotherEmwell
AndinaA7flarelitsoccergamewegave’emDhell.
WeA7tradedchocolates,cigarettes
andGphotographsfromDhome
TheseBmsonsandfathersF#mfaraway
fromGfamiliesoftheirA7own.
YoungDSandersplayedhisBmsqueezebox
TheyGhada Emviolin
ThisA7curiousandunlikelybandofDmen.
DGDA7D
SoonDdaylightstole Bmuponus
andGFrancewasFranceonceEmmore.
WithA7sadfarewellsweeachbegan
toGsettlebacktoDwar.
ButthequestionhauntedBmeveryheart
thatGbeatthatwonderousEmnight
“WhoseA7familyhaveIfixedwithinmyDsights?”
TwasA7Christmasinthetrenches
wheretheGfrostsobitterDhung.
TheBmfrozenfieldsofF#mFrancewerewarmed
asGsongsofpeacewereA7sung.
FortheDwallsthey’dkept Bmbetweenus
to GexacttheworkofEmwar
HadbeenA7crumbledandweregoneforeverDmore.
MyDnameisFrancisBmTolliver.
InGLiverpoolIEmdwell.
EachA7ChristmascomesinceWorldWarOneI’ve
GlearneditslessonsDwell.
ThattheoneswhocalltheBmshotswon’tbe
GamongthedeadandEmlame
AndonA7eachendoftheriflewe’retheDsame.
DGDA7D