We Shall Keep the Faith
Oh! You who sleep in Flanders Fields
Sleep Sweet to rise anew
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the faith
With all who died
We cherish too the poppy red
That
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields
And now the torch and poppy red
We wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that ye have died for naught
We’ll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields
By Moira Michael, November 1918
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!
