It's silver wings Upon the stone To let her know She's not alone. We love the one Whose very dear The girl who wore The green brassiere Now, let me tell you about this girl She's a true, Vietnam pearl She wears a flower, above her ear And on her chest, a green brassiere

A V.C. shell came from above Only left one thing to remind us of This little girl, we loved so dear A slightly tattered green brassiere Press silver wings Into her chest Put there by America's best She's been loved, both far and near She's the girl with the green brassiere Back in the states, a bietnick waits Burning cards at the white house gates He'll get none, for about a year While everyone else Gets the green brassiere Lyrics transcribed by Mike Stahl