I have her letters Perfume lingers on every page Tied with ribbons Kept with lavender and her lace The letters are faded Kept by her side for all her days And the ribbons Once held her hair on a younger day He wrote of the warm spring days And how tall the gra** grew He wrote of the poppy fields He said, "tell the children I love them--remember" There was a poppy Kept in a frame By his photograph The years were so long They were strong and we must be too He wrote of the open air And how brave his friends were He wrote of the poppy fields He said, "tell the children of Flanders--remember" Remember