The Battlefield Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic

song lyric about Clara Barton

 

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 practiced 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,

That 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

That they found upon the ground,

And tried to bind their broken limbs

With anything they found.

 

Clara Barton gave her all

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 Fredericksburg to Richmond

Though her wings would often tire.

The thanks in soldier's eyes was all

She had to fortify her,

That battlefield angel

Flew right into the fire.

 

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com


Submitted: October 29, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Dennis L. Goodwin. All rights reserved.

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