G
Happed in mist these twenty-five
C                          D
Eventful years seem to me now
G
And in all but one a friendly haze
C                         D
A ghost of gladness by my side
C
With horse and plough I marched with pride
D
Of the purest kind
C                               G
Then a blink of light and it's flander's fields
D
At the end of time

And through the flash and cannon's roar
I saw my Christine's smiling eyes
And with no more thought of blood or shell
I made my way, to hold her near
But truth and honour's henchmen found me
Leaving here
A madman's rave and a coward's grave 
For a volunteer

C
And in his eyes flew snipe and curlew
G
In his throat blew moistened air
Em
In his mind the wood the king stole
D                                C
That robbed the land and laid it bare

But..
In his heart his lover's memory
Singing on their wedding night
Where once the parks grew thick with corn
That solemn tune was with him now
Happed in mist, the king's own rifles
Ready Aiiiiim
The floors of the forest 
Are a wee'd away.