Joseph G. Stephens - The Crescent and the Cross - ноты, текст песни (слова)

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
  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
 We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields.