Aisle 9 - The Truce (Christmas ‘14) Lyrics

Christmas 1914, on the Western Front
Just a young man shivering in the cold
I remember when, we heard the gunfire cease
Soldiers singing carols in the mud

Well I can still recall, as the white flags flew
Sharing our tobacco, songs and wine
But it's a little break from hell, as if the angels fell
And gave us peace and love just one last time

So lift me up on angel wings,
I want to fly
Dark as winter's night, above fields of dreams
Over Christmas' skies

That day seemed like a dream, as hatred turned to love
And no man's land became our football ground
The barbed wire and the blood, the bodies in the mud
Our sweethearts and our families far away

So lift me up on angel wings,
I want to fly
Dark as winter's night, above fields of dreams
Over Christmas' skies

So lift me up on angel wings,
I want to fly
Dark as winter's night, above fields of dreams
Over Christmas' skies

So can you hear the holy choir
Of angels sing
Across the darkest night, all those city lights
The church bells ring

So lift me up on angel wings,
I want to fly
Dark as winter's night, above fields of dreams
Over Christmas' skies