Lyrics In Flanders Fields - John McCrae, Fiona Kimm, Andrew Ball

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields