Based on the poem "In Flander's Fiends" by John McRae  In Flander's Fields where the poppies blow  Between the crosses row by row.  To mark our places and in the sky  The larks go bravely singing fly  Scarce heard amongst the guns below    From Flander's Fields  We will come running home.  From Flander's Fields.  We will rise up  Singing  We will rise up.  We were together short days ago  Breathe the air saw sunset glo  Loved and were loved but now we lie  In Flander's Fields I hear her cry.    Take up your quarrel with the foe  To you from flailing hands we throw  The torch be yours so hold it high  We will not sleep though we lie  We will not sleep though we lie.