In the time of war, no matter where you are,
There you'll find the Signal Corps!
When the long lines file, weary mile by mile,
They're the ones who are at the fore.
When there's big news coming and buzzers humming
When Springfield's rattle and the big guns roar,
With a flash and flare, over land and air,
Comes the word: That's the Signal Corps.

In time of peace, our duties never cease,
There's drill and work to spare;
In the field we go with our radio,
And we talk to the empty air.
From our short-wave stations, we call the nations,
From Greenland's mountains to the South Sea shore;
Every day we say, we're in the Corps to stay;
"See the world with the Signal Corps."

When the doughboys hike on the hard turnpike,
We'll be there to show the way;
When the big guns roll toward their far-off goal,
We'll follow them day by day;
If you take a notion to cross the ocean,
We're there with radio on sea and shore;
For the sun can't set on our short-wave net!
That's the boast of the Signal Corps!

Words and music by
Mrs. Dawson Olmstead
(Wife of the Chief Signal Officer, Major General Dawson Olmstead 1941-1943)