In Flanders Fields - Lyrics

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark 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 ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Music: Brodén / Lyrics: Brodén / Sundström
Historic fact
A war rondeau written by Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, a poet, physician, and soldier of Canada. He wrote the poem the day after performing the burial service of his close friend, Alexis Helmer who was killed during the Second Battle of Ypres in Flanders, Belgium. At the burial McCrae noted how quickly red poppy flowers grew around the graves of those who died at Ypres. The following day, after finishing his composition, McCrae handed his notepad to another member of his unit, Sergeant Major Cyril Allinson, who read the poem and described it as being “almost an exact description of the scene in front of us both.”

Facts by: Joe Arino