Lamp Lady Lyrics

The image: a woman... helpful, attending, and handling with care.
Imagine: a batterfield... with sparse light at lives lost, a red cross to bear.
The lady with the lamp is what they called her;
the country needed heroes, the papers had to sell...
The medicines, the lady, the cupboard, the lamp.
The lock not the key, a light in the hand.
The prescriptions, the wounded, the look through the glass.
Demand not supply, a pain in the ass.
The soldiers in the sick-bay, the cupboard for medicines.
Its smashed front window in demand for supply.
The stories from hearsay, the covers of magazines...
But the wounded, they knew the papers lied.

The lady without glamour is the lady with the hammer is what she was...

(About Florence Nightingale, founder of the Red Cross)