The Girl Who Wears A Red Cross On Her Sleeve

There's a gray haried mother in a far off town,
And her thoughts are on the field of war,
She is thinking of the million broken hearts
There will be when the battle is o'er,
Whe says "I would be glad, If I had a lad,
To fight for his country like a man,
And tho' I had no boy, It just filled me with joy,
To give my darling girl when war began."

There's a girl at the front among the soldiers,
She is one of a thousand girls or more,
Who works with the heart of an angel,
'Mid the sound of the cannon's roar,
She is caring with love so sweet and tender,
For the Sons of the mothers who grieve,
And many are the hearts that are grateful to night,
To the girl who wears a red cross on her sleeve.

There's another mother in that far off town,
And her eyes are filled with joyous tears,
For she got a letter from her soldier boy
and it made her forget all her fears,
Here's the message he sent,
That filled her with content,
"I went through the battle without harm,
But just whisper a prayer, For the brave girls who wear,
A little cross of red up on their arm."

There's a girl at the front among the soldiers,
She is one of a thousand girls or more,
Who works with the heart of an angel,
'Mid the sound of the cannon's roar,
She is caring with love so sweet and tender,
For the Sons of the mothers who grieve,
And many are the hearts that are grateful to night,
To the girl who wears a red cross on her sleeve.