In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow

Marking where the brave fell, row by row

They grow to remind us

We who never fought

Of battles raging, of men dying

Of lessons taught

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow,

Silent gravestones, row by row

The fields so silent

The wind’s gentle whistling

Reminding us of the dead, the loved

The missing

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow

Those who remember, row by row

Those who fought there

Oh so few

Their bravery, their suffering

If only we knew

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow

Each year we march in honour, row by row

Their memories honoured, their legends grow

Of deeds in Flanders, where poppies grow