Flander's Fields Songtext

Based on the poem "In Flander's Fiends" by John McRae In Flander's Fields where the poppies blow Between the crosses row by row. To mark our places and in the sky The larks go bravely singing fly Scarce heard amongst the guns below From Flander's Fields We will come running home. From Flander's Fields. We will rise up Singing We will rise up. We were together short days ago Breathe the air saw sunset glo Loved and were loved but now we lie In Flander's Fields I hear her cry. Take up your quarrel with the foe To you from flailing hands we throw The torch be yours so hold it high We will not sleep though we lie We will not sleep though we lie.