Verse 1
Our nation call as need arose
For stations in the field
To treat our fallen brothers all
The wounded and the ill
Our pioneers rallied to this call
Then thousands joined this band
And soon a new cry could be heard
A ringing thru the land
Chorus
Medics all are we
The Medics of the field
We serve the wounded and the sick
The brave who will not yield
Our hearts we give our skills
We share with valour pride and will
No matter when we're battle ready
The medics of the field
Verse 2
The sound of battle in their ears
The wounded lie around
A hundred cries for 'MEDIC!' rise
From those upon the ground
We run to heed their every call
Bring care that they deserve
Our mission bold, our purpose clear
To seek and save and serve
Verse 3
They come to us by land and sea
They're sent to us by air
The wounded and the dying too
For treatment and for care
By day or night, in war or peace
We serve the best we can
The lifeline of the *.*.*
We're there for every man
