笨小笨Christmas In The Trenches歌词由John McCutcheon演唱，出自专辑《An Americana Christmas》，下面是《Christmas In The Trenches》完整版歌词！
Christmas In The Trenches歌词完整版
My name is Francis Tolliver I come from Liverpool
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school
To Belgium and to Flanders to Germany to here
I fought for king and country I love dear
It was Christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France where still no Christmas songs were sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
There brave and glorious lads is so far away
I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says Inow listen up me boys each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear
He's singing bloody well you 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 gentlemenstruck up some lads from Kent
The next thing sang wasStille NachtIt's silent night says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
There's someone coming towards usthe front line sentry cries
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag like a christmas star shone on the plain so bright
As he bravely strode unarmed into the night
And 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 them hell
We traded chocolates cigarettes and photographs from home
These sons and fathers were far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his 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 prepare to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
Whose family have I fixed within my sights
It was Christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed when songs of peace were sung
For the walls they kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore
My name is Francis Tolliver in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I I've learned its 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
