CHORUS:

 

What will you do when I’m gone

I’d like to see you getting strong

I don’t know how you’ll get along

Oh sister (brother) tell me, what will you do when I’m gone

 

The door opens slowly I see worry in his eyes

He’s hurt, confused, not sure what to do, I step inside

Change a dressing, while I ask him, how you doing today?

Spend time with an old steelworker, to help him through his day

 

Like my mother before me I’m a nurse at the VON

Have no regrets, I love this job, in a heart beat I’d do it again

14 years I’ve nursed here and for old St. Joes.

From the mountain to the lakeside, there’s no place I don’t go

 

Queen’s Park politicians think they know better than me

Gave away our nursing jobs to some private company

They say it will be cheaper, but this much I am sure

For the people that I care for, profit is not the cure

 

So tell the Premier Hamilton is our town,

We been caring for our people, long before he was around

We want our nursing jobs back, What gives him the right?

We standing strong together, we’ll not give up the fight