In Flanders Fields (Instrumental)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses

row on row

That marks 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

Take up our quarrel with the foe

To you from failing hands we throw the torch

Be yours to hold it high

If you break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep

Though poppies grow in Flanders fields