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This is an interpretation of the war poem by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army. McRae's poem is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915 at which he was a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade.
I had originally intended to have this ready and posted by November the 11th, but felt it wasn't ready. A big thanx to Alfalpha who helped me rework this into something worthwhile.
The vocals are by Gordon MacKenzie who read the poem for Librivox.org, the original of which is found here:
http://librivox.org/in-flanders-fields-by-john-mccrae/
I had originally intended to have this ready and posted by November the 11th, but felt it wasn't ready. A big thanx to Alfalpha who helped me rework this into something worthwhile.
The vocals are by Gordon MacKenzie who read the poem for Librivox.org, the original of which is found here:
http://librivox.org/in-flanders-fields-by-john-mccrae/
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Lyrics
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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 ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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 ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
jiguma
Very moving Ross - for some reason, I get snippets of the Beach Boys "Holland" coming through - probably the spoken voice against the moving backing you've created. Excellent production with some beautiful sounds in there. Very impressed!
Neil