War
Nurse - Bruce Springsteen
She was
just another war nurse
She could strike a noble pose
Caring for our young boys
When a bullet laid him low
She would have over them cry
And pulled the covers over
them when they died
She was just another lonesome
lady, lover, sister of the gun
And though friends would call
her darling
She was the 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 friends 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 the reincarnation
of the Virgin Mary
She was the hooker down in
San Antone
And though her heart was somewhere
in Iceland
Command in 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