Christmas in the Trenches - An Advent Relection
As we prepare to welcome the Prince of Peace, let's pray and ask God to heal the world of war by changing the desires of human minds and hearts.
This song is based on true events that happened on Christmas Eve 1914. If the actions of these soldiers had been heeded... how different our world would be. Let us heed the peacemakers as we enter the 21st century. Peace!
Christmas in the Trenches
by John McCutcheon
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school
I fought for King and Country I love dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of
Our families back in
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lying next me messmate 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 singin" bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me
Soon one by one each German voice joins in in harmony
The cannons rested silent. The gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war.
As soon as they were finished and reverent pause was spent
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen struck up some lads from
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 plane so bright
As he bravely strolled unarmed into the night.
Soon 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 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
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war
But a question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
Whose family have I fixed within my sights?
'Twas Christmas in the Trenches were the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore.
My name is Francis Tolliver, in
Each Christmas comes since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That 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.
* “For every additional second we stay in