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Anonymous asked in Entertainment & MusicMusic · 1 decade ago

Name this song.....?

It's the country song about the night before christmas during WW1 where all the soldiers sang silent night and stop fighting for the night and celabrate Christmas together.... Need the artist and title if possible.

2 Answers

  • 1 decade ago
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    I think you're talking about Belleau Wood, it's by Garth Brooks and can be found on his 'Sevens' album.

    Here are the lyrics:

    Oh the snow flakes fell in silence

    Over Belleau Wood that night

    For a Christmas truce had been declared

    By both sides of the fight

    As we laid there in our trenches

    The silence broke in two

    By a German soldier singing

    A song that we all knew

    Though I did not know the language

    The song was Silent Night

    Then I heard my buddy whisper

    "All is calm, all is bright"

    Then the fear and doubt surrounded me

    Cause I'd die if I was wrong

    But I stood up in my trench

    And I began to sing along

    Then across the frozen battlefield

    Another's voice joined in

    Until one by one each man became

    A singer of the hymn

    Then I thought I was dreaming

    For right there in my sight

    Stood the German soldier

    Neath the falling flakes of white

    And he raised his hand and smiled at me

    As if seemed to say

    Here's hoping we both live to see

    Us find a better way

    Then the devils clock struck midnight

    And the skies lit up again

    And the battlefield where heaven stood

    Was blown to hell again

    But for just one fleeting moment

    The answer seemed so clear

    Heaven's not beyond the clouds

    Its just beyond the fear

    No heaven's not beyond the clouds

    It's for us to find here

    Hope I was helpful!

    Happy Holidays! =]

  • 1 decade ago

    Christmas in the Trenches by John McCutcheon

    From the album Water From Another Time, © 1989


    My name is Francis Toliver, I come from Liverpool.

    Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.

    To Belgium and to Flanders, Germany to here.

    I fought for King and country I love dear.

    Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung.

    The frozen fields of France were still, no Chrismas song was sung.

    Our families back in England were toasting us that day,

    Their brave and glorious lads so far away.

    I was lying with my mess mate on the cold and rocky ground.

    When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound.

    Says I, "now listen up me boys." Each soldier strained to hear

    As one young German voice sang out so clear.

    "He's singing bloody well y'know," my partner says to me.

    Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony.

    The cannons rested silent, and the gas clouds rolled no more.

    As Christmas brought us respite from the war.

    As soon as they were finished, and a reverent pause was spent,

    "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Ghent.

    Oh the next they sang was "Stille Nacht", 'tis Silent Night says I.

    And in two tongues one song filled up that sky.

    "There's someone coming towards us", the front line sentry cried.

    All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.

    His truce flag like a Christmas star shone on that plain so bright

    As he bravely strolled unarmed into the night.

    Then one by one on either side walked into no-man's land.

    With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.

    We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well.

    And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.

    We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from home.

    These sons and fathers from far away from families of their own.

    Young Sanders played the squeezebox and they had a violin.

    This curious and unlikely band of men.

    Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more.

    With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war.

    But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night.

    "Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"

    Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung.

    The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.

    For the walls they kept between us to exact the work of war

    Had been crumbled and were gone forever more.

    My name is Francis Toliver, in Liverpool I dwell.

    Each Christmas comes since World War I, I've learned it's lessons well.

    For the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame,

    And on each end of the rifle we're the same.

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