In Flanders Fields Songtext
von LIP

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. In Flanders fields
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, In Flanders fields.

We shall not sleep,
Though poppies grow In Flanders fields, In Flanders fields.