Russell Watson - In Flanders Field [Prelude from the 49th Parallel]

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.