In Flander’s mud
they paid the price
shed their blood
left behind their lives
Lying still in Flander’s fields
Where crosses mark their days
A hundred years have passed
And still the fight goes on
You see it in the faces
And in young-old soldiers’ eyes
Memories of comrades
how they lived
and where they died
We owe a debt
that can’t be paid
to each and every one
though they surely say
There is no debt
they gave it all
with free and willing heart