My name is Francis Tolliver.  I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
 To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here,
I fought for King and country I love dear.
 It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung.
 Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
their brave and glorious lads so far away.
 I was lyin' with my mess-mates 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 o
A Proud Bird lyrics

Space inviting upwardsAnd feelings born by the will In energy have interlaced In breathing, even and free!But the burst won't come, don't wait for The body amorphous? And sounds? Streams carrying upwards Once hands the wings are now.You were longing for soaring like eternity Hi
ne young German voice sang out so clear.
 "He's singin' bloddy well you know", my partner says to me.
Soon one by one each German voice joi
ned in in harmony.
 The cannons rested silent.  The gas cloud rolled no more
as Christmas brought us respite from the war.
 As soon as they were finished a reverent pause was spent.
'God rest ye merry, gentlemen' struck up some lads from Kent.
 The next they sang was 'Stille Nacht".  "Tis 'Silent Night'" says I
and in two toungues one song filled up that sky.
 "There's someone commin' towards us" the front-line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.
 His truce flag, l
Walking Behind lyrics

She's running
And he's walking behind
He's trying
But he's last in her line
His love's dying but he keeps on tryin
He lives in fear with a love that's clear
(he's walking behind)
He's got love that he needs to give but she's afraid to let him in

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To her world with no to
ike a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
as he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night.
 Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land
with neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.
 We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well
and in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.
 We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photgraphs from home
these sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
 Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin
this
 curious and unlikely band of men.
 Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more.
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war.
Translucence lyrics

She cannot explain her metamorphosisHer human condition is almost devitalizedRefusing to eat, strong will to lastAnorexia forces her bodyTo react in eccentric waysShe's so skeletal, severely attenuatedNormal expectationsFrom mainourishmentA lucid ligurine, this weakened thinning womanH
 But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
"whose family have I fixed with
in my sights?"
 It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
 For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
had been crumbled and were gone for ever 
more.
 My name is Francis Tolliver.  In Liverpool I dwell.
Each Christmas come since World War One I've learned it's 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.
-- John
 McCutcheon "Christmas in the trenches"