Rose of No Man's Land
- I've seen some beautiful flowers,
- Grow in life's garden fair,
- I've spent some wonderful hours,
- Lost in their fragrance rare;
- But I have found another,
- Wondrous beyond compare.
- There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
- And it's wonderful to see,
- Tho' its spray'd 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 splendour,
- Down to the trail of woe,
- God in his mercy has sent her,
- Cheering the world below;
- We call her "Rose of Heaven",
- We've learned to love her so.
- There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
- And it's wonderful to see,
- Tho' its spray'd 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".
French Lyric by Louis Delamarre, 1918
- J'ai vu bien des fleurs s'empourprer,
- Au jardin de la vie.
- Et souvent j'aime à m'enivrer
- De leur senteur be'nie.
- J'en sais une au pur eclat,
- Sans rival ici-bas.
- La rose fleurit sous les Boulets,
- En avant du front elle est
- De pleurs arrosée
- Pour bien des années.
- Dans nos coeurs elle restera,
- La rose rouge amour du soldat.
- Dans cette enceinte où rien ne bouge,
- L'ombre qui parâit,
- Portant la Croix Rouge,
- C'est la Roses des Boulets.