I Don’t Want to Die in No-man’s Land

Words and melody by Ron Dawson.

Arranged by Kevin Morgan

I don’t want to die in no-man’s land,
When it’s time to die I want to die somewhere.
I don’t mind if I die in Germany or France,
I’ll even give little Belgium a chance if it’s still there.

Not even the dead can rest in peace in no-man’s land,
They are always being blown up in the air.
But I’d rather die in Blighty, back in dear old Blighty,
That’s the somewhere I’d prefer to anywhere.

I don’t want to die in no-man’s land,
When it’s time to die I want to die somewhere.
Somewhere where the shells just lie quietly in the sand,
And don’t explode overhead while flying through the air.

Until they agree that no-man’s land is someone’s land,
It’s really neither here nor there.
So I’d prefer to die in Blighty, back in dear old Blighty,
That’s the somewhere I’d prefer to anywhere.

 

No Man's Land     

 

(For more by Ron Dawson see Mutiny on the Bounty, a new musical, here.)