Ìn 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 the quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw,
The torch, be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow,
In Flanders fields.
We remember our veterans as we approach Rememberance Day by playing two beautiful songs late in our first hour, elsewhere we are steamin`thru the night with songs that celebrate a night in November, a Night to Remember, kindly join us for a special show,
Eric in the Cove....