I remember the battlefield -the trenches and the mud and cold
the dead man´s rats in no man´s land -no one in here is getting very old

I remember the yellow cloud and the panic of the fleeing crowd
men mired in a shell hole - as they launch another attack
 
In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die
 
 to conquer the nearest hill - to break out from the salient
so high the stakes - so dear the cost
as I watch another man fall
 
In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die
 
Christmas brought a miracle - a little bit of peace
putting a face on the enemy -these blokes all have a name
 
Billy, Guillaume or Wilhelm - these guys are in it just like me ..
Now it´s getting cold - it´s getting dark
 as I lay here dying ...


In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die

In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red
where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky
In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive
Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die