As I look across the field I see the blood red carpet,
As petals sway in the mid-day sun
Listen to their attractive sound.
As I run through the field,
I feel their warm velvet petals
Brush against my bare – skin.
In my soul I remember the men,
Brave and muddy.
I still hear the shouts of the soldiers.
It is silent in Flanders Field now, no tanks moving
No guns shooting.
It is peaceful in Flanders Fields –
Now and forever.