She was just another war nurse

She could strike a noble pose

Caring for our young boys when a bullet laid them low

She would hover over them and cry

And pull the cover over them when they'd die

She was just another lonesome lady, lover, sister of the gun

And though France would call her darling, 

She was a nurse 'neath the rising sun

She knew no hells or heavens, or harbors or havens

She was every mother, sister, wife and lover

Whose love a soldier boy was savin' 

She believed in the birth of the broad sword

She was not a shielded one

Though France would call her darlin'

She was nurse 'neath the rising sun

She was a soldier's shrapnel sweetheart, direct from the combat zone

She was a reincarnation o fthe Virgin MAry

She was the hooker down in San Antone

And though her heart was somewhere in Iceland

Commanding the dawn patrol

Blessed in this blood and stitched into these bones 

the war nurse left her soul

Blessed in this blood and stitched into these bones 

the war nurse left her soul