The Girl Behind The Boy Behind The Gun

When skies are dark and dreary,
When days are long and weary
Remember the glory
Of the Red Cross Nurse's story:
An angel picked a flower
from our own native bower
And placed it somewhere "Over There."
Now, no matter where she grows
She's the doughboys fav'rite rose;
The world has never seen a flow'r so fair
While tender hands caress her,
Weary hearts will bless her,
For her work just begins when theirs is done;
So in your pray'r to end war's curse
Don't forget the Red Cross Nurse;
She's The Girl Behind The Boy
Behind The Gun.