She's a Joan of Arc
When the battle's on the go
And her voice inspires
On a soldier's radio

She's a Helen of Troy
When all the chips are down
That cammo clad angel
Is always around

There's a bluebird singin' in the sky
There's a brown-bird on the telephone line
And she don't dress all fancy and fine
She's a cammo-clad angel
Angel of mine

She's a Florence Nightingale
Beside a sick bay bed
With the soft hands of compassion
Gently on a soldier's head

She's a guardian angel
In the hour of need
That cammo clad angel
Is a good friend indeed

There's a blue bird singin' in the sky
There's a brown bird on the telephone line
And she don't dress all fancy and fine
She's a cammo-clad angel
Angel of mine

She′s a guiding star
In the blackness of the night
And her smiling face
Seems to make the day go right

She's a ray of sunshine
In the shadows of my fear
That cammo-clad angel
Always seems to be near

There's a bluebird singin' in the sky
There's a brown bird on the telephone line
And she don't dress all fancy and fine
She's a cammo-clad angel
Angel of mine.

There's a bluebird singin' in the sky
There's a brown bird on the telephone line
And she don't dress all fancy and fine
She's a cammo-clad angel
Angel of mine
She's a cammo-clad angel
Angel of mine