Early in the morning on a misty battlefield
Three vast armies facing off, none of them can yield
She walks there for Tommy, Fritz and Pierre to
Taking the dead boys home now, that's what angels do
They call her Angel
Angel of Mons
The Angel keeps on walking on through World War Two
From Korea to Vietnam, and the Falklands to
And still she is a walking across the desert sands
From the back streets of Basra to the hills of Afghanistan
They call her Angel
Angel of Mons