The Rose Of "No Man's Land"

I've seen some beautiful flowers,
Grow in life's garden fair,
I've spend some wonderful hours,
Lost in their fragrance rare;
But I have found another,
Wondrous beyond compare.

There's a rose that grow on "No Man's Land"
And it's wonderful to see,
Though it's sprayed with tears,
it will live for years,
In my garden of memory.
It's the one red rose the soldier knows,
It's the work of the Master's hand;
'Mid the war's great curse
stands the Red Cross Nurse,
She's the rose of "No Man's Land."

Out of the heavenly splendor,
Down to the trail of woe,
God in his mercy had sent her,
Cheering the world below;
We call her "Rose of Heaven,"
We've learned to love her so.

There's a rose that grow on "No Man's Land"
And it's wonderful to see,
Though it's sprayed with tears,
it will live for years,
In my garden of memory.
It's the one red rose the soldier knows,
It's the work of the Master's hand;
'Mid the war's great curse
stands the Red Cross Nurse,
She's the rose of "No Man's Land."