On the Iraqi border, or in in Afghanistan
Where sergeant and the boys are guarding our side
Lies a valley known just as "no man’s land"
And on the other side, the enemy resides

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.

The sergeant’s fiance decided to get married
Came to him and said "tomorrow, that is all!"
We just need one small bouquet, for the bride to carry
But without the flowers, no point to rent the hall

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.

On that same very night, their captain was surprised
To see his love Sabah, come to visit their base
And though she spoke in Arabic, you could tell by her eyes
That she was getting married, and moving to his place

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.

The brave boys and our sergeant, on that night decided
To raid on the flowers, down in no man’s land
And of course they didn’t know that on the other side
In the Arabs’ minds was the very same plan

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.

Drunk from the flowers’ smell, was captain Abdullah
And just as drunk was our sergeant S. T. Ford
Jumping on flowers, he exclaimed "Ya Allah!"
And in English our sarge yelled similar words

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.

Our sergeant is sleeping, and in his dream
The border has dissolved, the war has been won
He doesn’t give a fuck, about the new regime
He doesn’t need Iraq, or Afghanistan

Just no man’s land, just that one thing and
A bouquet in his bride’s hands

And on the field in no-man’s land below
The most exquisite flowers grow.