I remember the battlefield -the trenches and the mud and cold the dead man´s rats in no man´s land -no one in here is getting very old
I remember the yellow cloud (*1) and the panic of the fleeing crowd men mired in a shell hole - as they launch another attack
(Chorus :) In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow so red where soldiers die - side by side -under a foreign sky In Flanders Fields only poppies could survive Half a million men gave their life - half a million young men came to die
to conquer the nearest hill - to break out from the (*2) salient so high the stakes - so dear the cost as I watch another man fall
Chorus
Christmas brought a miracle (*3)- a little bit of peace putting a face on the enemy -these blokes all have a name
Billy, Guillaume or Wilhelm - (*4) these guys are in it just like me .. Now it´s getting cold - it´s getting dark as I lay here dying ...(*5) guitar solo (*6)