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