There are brave young men and women on every battle field. And on those fields there is a angel who walks among the fallen.
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It was near the break of day, as she watched the blue and gray
Advancing through the smoke and dust and noise
No soldier there could be ignored, for above the cannon roar,
She could hear the prayers of so many weary boys
Of three thousand brave young men, few would live to fight again
And the dawn would find so many lying still
Then she heard the battle cry, nothing left but fight and die
And she watched the blood red sun climb o’er the hill.


She walked slowly through the field, and now and then she’d stop and kneel
On the ground close by some dying soldier’s side.
She’d shed a single tear, then she’d whisper in his ear
Son I’ll tell your mother, wife, or daughter how you died.
I’ll say the end came fast and the pain was quickly past
And I’ll tell them that your death was not in vain
Then she’d softly close his eyes, touch his face and then she’d rise
And kneel beside the next young man and start again.