At one o’clockShe heard itSo faint and softAnd slowThe song was everOn his lipssweet Mary from DungloeShe blessed herself,and prayed for himHer first and only loveShe blew a kiss;just so it landsAs gentle as a dove.
It came to himthat fateful dayThrough smoke,and fire, and hellA waft of sweet gardeniasThe ringing of the bell.
He took the kiss,a fleeting prayerThe touch of her dear hand
As time ran outand he bled aboutOn a lanein Carentan
Robert Emmett McGroganWesttown, NY