In Flanders fields, where poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
Our graves are marked as here we lie
Out where the larks still bravely singing fly
Yet scarcely heard amid the guns below
In Flanders fields where the poppies grow
In Flanders fields not long ago
We felt a dawning and the sunsets glow
We lived and loved and with great pride
We left our homes and then for freedom died
But are we dead, do you answer no?
In Flanders fields, where poppies grow
In Flanders fields we fought our foes
And from our hands now the torch we throw
And as it burns please hold it high
For if you break the faith with us who die
We shall not sleep though fair winds blow
In Flanders fields, where poppies grow
We shall not sleep though fair winds blow
In Flanders fields, where poppies grow