On the battlefield of war
They speak of a lady dressed in blue
She sings songs to the soldiers
As off they go bids them adieu
Her hair is black as the crow
Her eyes are glancing like a storm on the wing
Her voice like a choir of angels
Heaven's in her voice as she sings
And the soldiers swear in their final hour
They can hear her singing to them
On the battlefield of war
They speak of a lady dressed in blue
She sings songs to the soldiers
She gives strength to those who know war old and new
She tells of the warriors brave and bold
Tears are in her voice of a long lost love
She sings of seizing the day
Then talks of heavenly things
And the soldiers swear in their final hour
They can hear her singing to them
On the battlefield of war
They speak of a lady dressed in blue
She sings songs to the soldiers
She cares for them when they are slew
It's said she lost her love to these hills
She searched for his body through the long nights in vain
She sang 'til her voice was no more
She died crying in pain
And the soldiers swear in their final hour
They can hear her singing to them