By each other row on row.
The poppies blowing in the wind,
Heads drooped like they had sinned.
In Flanders Fields.
We had a family short days ago,
Now we’re right down below.
We saw the sunset rising high,
Fought our battle until we died.
In Flanders Fields.
We fought for you so remember us,
Remember us in you we trust.
We have tried our best to win,
So please don’t put it in the bin.
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow.