In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
John McCrae was a Canadian physician. He was appointed as Medical Officer and Major of the 1st Brigade, Canadian Field Artillery. He treated the wounded during the Second Battle of Ypres, in 1915. McCrae's friend Lt. Alexis Helmer, was killed in the battle, and his burial inspired the poem, "In Flanders Fields," which was written on May 3, 1915. On January 28, 1918, McCrae died of pneumonia at the British General Hospital in Wimereux, France.
I recorded this version of "In Flanders Fields" in 2014.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
by John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
John McCrae was a Canadian physician. He was appointed as Medical Officer and Major of the 1st Brigade, Canadian Field Artillery. He treated the wounded during the Second Battle of Ypres, in 1915. McCrae's friend Lt. Alexis Helmer, was killed in the battle, and his burial inspired the poem, "In Flanders Fields," which was written on May 3, 1915. On January 28, 1918, McCrae died of pneumonia at the British General Hospital in Wimereux, France.
I recorded this version of "In Flanders Fields" in 2014.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.