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.