In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place;
And in the sky, the larks still sing
They bravely sing
Above the guns below.
We are the dead; short days we lived.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved,
We lived, we loved and we were loved
And now we lie in Flanders fields.
We are the dead; short days we lived.
We felt the dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved.
Take up our quarrel with our foe
For now we lie in Flanders fields.
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.