She fell in love with a soldier, so she became a soldier's wife

She fell in love with a soldier, so she became a soldier's wife Away from the home of her childhood she marched at her husband's side, For she chose a wide and winding road when she became a bride. And somtimes the road was a hard one, so different from what she had planned; And sometimes she wept for the home she had left as she lay in a foreign land; And sometimes her steps would grow weary as she followed the drum and the fife; But she set about making the world her home because she was a soldier's wife. She learned to build a hearth for them wherever her man was sent; And she knelt to plant a garden every time he pitched their tent. Yes, she always planted a garden though she never saw it grow, For she knew before the flowers came that she would have to go. But she left each garden gladly though it cut her like a knife, For she hoped it might bring some comfort to another soldier's wife. Happy Women's Day!