A power pop song recorded by The Trouts.
Lead guitar: Jay Quibodeaux
Bass: Sean O'Malley
Drums and Harmony Vocals: Brad McCrea
Lead Voice/Guitars/Lyrics: Tom O'Brien
Music: Greg Murai and Tom O'Brien
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Clara Barton founded the American Red Cross. She nursed dying soldiers. The song's not about her; it's a metaphor for a relationship.
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Long ago you held me like a puppet from the toy box
Then you banished me like I was suffering from small pox
You're the only one who ever cared to dress my wounds
Now you're gone
All the other soldiers had their sympathetic nurses
All of them had songs to sing with sympathetic verses
You're the only one who ever cared to sing my tune
Now you're gone
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone
Sleeping on the battlefield I dreamed that I was near you
Praying just that I'd awaken close enough to hear you
Through the showers of mortar fire I held you in my head
Now you're gone
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone
Heaven's angels' infantry
Marches through our infancy
Choosing who will stay
And who will leave
No one had the courage or the strength to stand beside you
I wish that I'd have been there when that dying man defied you
I hear you kissed his eyes as he lay bleeding in your arms
Now he's gone
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone - gone away
Now you're dead and gone
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