Based on the poem "In Flander's Fiends" by John McRae
In Flander's Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row by row.
To mark our places 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
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.