She was just another war nurseShe could strike a noble poseCaring for our young boys when a bullet laid them lowShe would hover over them and cryAnd pull the cover over them when they’d dieShe was just another lonesome lady, lover, sister of the gunAnd though france would call her darling,She was a nurse ’neath the rising sunShe knew no hells or heavens, or harbors or havensShe was every mother, sister, wife and loverWhose love a soldier boy was savin’She believed in the birth of the broad swordShe was not a shielded oneThough france would call her darlin’She was nurse ’neath the rising sunShe was a soldier’s shrapnel sweetheart, direct from the combat zoneShe was a reincarnation o fthe virgin maryShe was the hooker down in san antoneAnd though her heart was somewhere in icelandCommanding the dawn patrolBlessed in this blood and stitched into these bonesThe war nurse left her soulBlessed in this blood and stitched into these bonesThe war nurse left her soul
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