A field of splendid color
Stretches far across the plain
This rosy red silk blanket
That hides the tales of death and pain.
So many men were slaughtered
Each taking their last breath
While serving king and countries
On the poppy fields of death.

They fought in Northern France
And in Belgium's Flanders fields
Young men from many nations
Were mercilessly shot and killed.
Not realizing their future
They gave their life and rest
With both enemy and comrades
On the poppy fields of death.

How long will we remember
The sacrifice they made
The importance of their legacy
And the part their courage played.
They helped to mold our lives
By giving of their best
So long ago and far from home
On the poppy fields of death.