D A
We are the dead, short days ago
D
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Bm A
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
D
In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields
[Verse 3]
D A
Take up our quarrel with the foe
A7 D
To you from failing hands we throw
Bm D A
The torch be yours to hold it high
D A
If ye break faith with us who die
D
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
A D
In Flanders fields