At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At five a.m. that morning
+
Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies
+
Began negotiations to end the fighting
+
Bye
+
They shall grow not old
+
As we who are left grow old
+
Age shall not weary them
+
Nor the years condemn
+
At the going down of the sun
+
And in the morning
+
We will remember them
+
Lest We Forget
+
At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At five a.m. that morning
+
Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies
+
Began negotiations to end the fighting
+
Bye
+
They shall grow not old
+
As we who are left grow old
+
Age shall not weary them
+
Nor the years condemn
+
At the going down of the sun
+
And in the morning
+
We will remember them
+
Lest We Forget
+
We will now have a minutes silence
+
Bye
+
Oh, oh
+
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 thorns of sunset glow
+
Loved and were loved
+
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 you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
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 you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At five a.m. that morning
+
Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies
+
Began negotiations to end the fighting
+
They shall grow not old
+
As we who are left grow old
+
Age shall not weary them
+
Nor the years condemn
+
At the going down of the sun
+
And in the morning
+
We will remember them
+
Lest We Forget
+
Lest We Forget
+
We will now have a minutes silence
+
Oh, oh
+
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
+
Take up our quarrel with the foe
+
To you from failing hands
+
We throw the torch
+
Be yours to hold it high
+
If you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At five a.m. that morning
+
Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies
+
Began negotiations to end the fighting
+
Bye
+
They shall grow not old
+
As we that are left grow old
+
Age shall not weary them
+
Nor the years condemn
+
At the going down of the sun
+
And in the morning
+
We will remember them
+
Lest We Forget
+
We will now have a minutes silence
+
Bye
+
Oh, oh
+
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 thorns of sunset glow
+
Loved and were loved
+
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 you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
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 you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
At the 11th hour
+
Of the 11th day
+
Of the 11th month
+
Of 1918
+
The Great War ends
+
At five a.m. that morning
+
Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies
+
Began negotiations to end the fighting
+
They shall grow not old
+
As we that are left grow old
+
Age shall not weary them
+
Nor the years condemn
+
At the going down of the sun
+
And in the morning
+
We will remember them
+
Lest We Forget
+
Lest We Forget
+
We will now have a minutes silence
+
Oh, oh
+
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 thorns of sunset glow
+
Loved and were loved
+
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 you break faith with us who die
+
We shall not sleep
+
Though Poppies grow
+
In Flanders Fields
+
