The Battlefield Angel

A saving angel came to earth

In eighteen twenty-one,

Born on a frigid Christmas day

With so much to be done,

Her angel wings grew stronger

As she learned how to soar,

Then she flew into the flames

Of the bloody Civil War.

The Battlefield Angel

Flew right into the fire,

From Manassas to Antietam

Though her wings would often tire.

She cradled soldiers in her arms

As cannon balls flew by her,

The Angel of the battlefield

Flew right into the fire.

She watched the doctors treat the men

Without enough supplies,

And saw frustration in their souls

And failure in their eyes,

They covered wounds with corn shucks

Laying there on the ground,

And tried to bind their broken limbs

With anything they found.

The Battlefield Angel

Flew right into the fire,

From Fredericksburg to Fairfax

Though her wings would often tire.

She flew to sixteen battlefields

As casualties grew higher,

The Battlefield Angel

Flew right into the fire.

She felt a quiver in her sleeve

And saw a bullet hole,

Then realized the man she held

Just lost his mortal soul,

She brought supplies and mercy

For the broken and the dead,

Then she left behind her mark

In a sacred cross of red.

The Battlefield Angel

Flew right into the fire,

Up from Petersburg to Richmond

Though her wings would often tire.

The thanks in soldier's eyes was all

She had to fortify her,

The Battlefield Angel

Flew right into the fire.

Bluegrass / Western Lyric by Dennis Goodwin - copyright 2008 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com