1915 on Christmas Day   On the 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 tenor voice so pure and true   The words were strange but every note we knew   Soaring ore the the living dead and dammed   The 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 pots 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 feed   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 heavenly peace