Fields of Allonville SATB with piano Music by Joseph Twist 2017 Lyrics by Joshua Clifford It's said the wicked never rest but war makes restless of us all. But worry not, for now you flee the resounding knock of Death's dark call.
To Allonville! Oh, Allonville! The fields of respite there are luscious green with waving wheat; the skies are blue and fair.
Lay down your weary head, young digger, the fields shall be your bed. And for a moment let the breeze blow away all your troubles instead.
Here, in Alonville's fragrant fields, do ed with blood-red poppies blooming, there are no guns, there are no shells, no time for fighting, no time for brooding.
Silent are the screams of pain; we're far from the fight in Somme. A tree-borded road leads the way to a day where plays a new song.
So climb up the trees which border that road, and reach up high to the sun, soon you'll be facing ba le, young digger and may not return when it's done.
Season's pass, years will turn, but the fields of Allonville will always remain; those golden plains and grassy pastures remember the diggers in their glory days.
ISMN: 9790720223179