1915 on Christmas Day

On western front the guns all died away


And laying in the mud on bags of sand


We heard a German sing from no man's land



He had a tenor voice so pure and true

The words were strange but every note we knew


Soaring ore the the living dead and dammed


A German sang of peace from no man's land



They left their trenches and we left ours

Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers


With photos, cigarettes, and ports of wine


We built a soldier's truce on the front line



Their singer was a lad of 21

We begged another song before the dawn


And sitting in the mud and blood and fear


He sang again the song all longed to hear



Silent night, no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore


All's calm, all's bright


All brothers hand in hand

In 19 and 15 in no man's land



And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain


And we killed them and they killed us again


At night they charged, we fought them hand to hand

And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land



Silent night no cannons roar


A king is born of peace for evermore


All's calm, all's bright

All brothers hand in hand


And that young soldier sings


And the song of peace still rings

Though the captains and all the kings


Built no man's land


Sleep in heavinly peace