In Flanders Fields Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
(Colonel John McCrae, 8th December 1915) World War 1 song. The Ukulele chords are included.
Choir version on YouTube in F major (use capo on the 3rd fret). Guitar work by Marc. 4/4 timing. It was on the 2nd of May in 1915 during the second battle of Ypres that Lieutenant Alexis Helmer was killed by a German artillery shell. He was a friend of military doctor Major John McCrae. It is believed that John started the draft for his famous poen In Flanders Field that day Sheet Music For In Flanders Fields
Choir version on YouTube in F major (use capo on the 3rd fret). Guitar work by Marc. 4/4 timing. It was on the 2nd of May in 1915 during the second battle of Ypres that Lieutenant Alexis Helmer was killed by a German artillery shell. He was a friend of military doctor Major John McCrae. It is believed that John started the draft for his famous poen In Flanders Field that day Sheet Music For In Flanders Fields
The Song Lyrics And Chords In D Major Key
Intro: D-G-A-Bm F#m-Bm-A-D
In (D)Flanders (G)fields the (A)poppies (D)blow
Bet(D)ween the (G)crosses, (Em)row on (A)row,
That (D)mark our (G)place; and (A)in the (Bm)sky
The (D)larks, still (G)bravely (A)singing, (D)fly
Scarce (D)heard a(G)mid the (A)guns be(D)low.
We (D)are the (G)dead. Short (Em)days a(A)go
We (D)lived, felt (G)dawn, saw (A)sunset (Bm)glow,
Loved, (D)and were (G)loved, and (A)now we (D)lie
In (D)Flanders (G)fields, in (A)Flanders (Bm)fields
And (F#m)now we (Bm)lie in (A)Flanders (D)fields
Take (D)up our (G)quarrel (A)with the (D)foe:
To (D)you from (G)failing (Em)hands we (A)throw
The (D)torch; be (G)yours to (A)hold it (Bm)high.
If (D)ye break (G)faith with (A)us who (D)die
We (D)shall not (G)sleep, though (A)poppies (Bm)grow
In (F#m)Flanders (Bm)fields in (A)Flanders (D)fields
We (D)shall not (G)sleep, though (A)poppies (Bm)grow
In (F#m)Flanders (Bm)fields in (A)Flanders (D)fields
Intro: D-G-A-Bm F#m-Bm-A-D
In (D)Flanders (G)fields the (A)poppies (D)blow
Bet(D)ween the (G)crosses, (Em)row on (A)row,
That (D)mark our (G)place; and (A)in the (Bm)sky
The (D)larks, still (G)bravely (A)singing, (D)fly
Scarce (D)heard a(G)mid the (A)guns be(D)low.
We (D)are the (G)dead. Short (Em)days a(A)go
We (D)lived, felt (G)dawn, saw (A)sunset (Bm)glow,
Loved, (D)and were (G)loved, and (A)now we (D)lie
In (D)Flanders (G)fields, in (A)Flanders (Bm)fields
And (F#m)now we (Bm)lie in (A)Flanders (D)fields
Take (D)up our (G)quarrel (A)with the (D)foe:
To (D)you from (G)failing (Em)hands we (A)throw
The (D)torch; be (G)yours to (A)hold it (Bm)high.
If (D)ye break (G)faith with (A)us who (D)die
We (D)shall not (G)sleep, though (A)poppies (Bm)grow
In (F#m)Flanders (Bm)fields in (A)Flanders (D)fields
We (D)shall not (G)sleep, though (A)poppies (Bm)grow
In (F#m)Flanders (Bm)fields in (A)Flanders (D)fields
Song Lyrics Without The Chords
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, in Flanders fields
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 in Flanders fields
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields in Flanders fields
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, in Flanders fields
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 in Flanders fields
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields in Flanders fields
