Your Lips Are No Man’s Land But Mine

A World War One song from 1918
Words by Arthur Guy Empey
Music by Chas. R. McCarron and Carey Morgan


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. At a dock a transport was rocking
    Every chap from his cap to his stocking
    Dressed to “Kill”
    To kill old Kaiser Bill
    On the pier a dear little girlie
    With her tear-dimmed eyes
    Time to go, whistles blow
    “Au Revoir” her Sweetheart cries

Chorus
I’m coming back some day
When the fray is over my darling
I know you’ll be true, dear
So I’ll never be blue, dear
Across the foam in No-Man’s land
I’ll soon be fighting
But I know your lips are
No man’s land but mine

  1. As the boat sailed out thro’ the channel
    With two flags she had made out of flannel
    From the pier
    She wig-wagged “Goodbye, dear”
    Pretty soon he wig-wagged and answer
    And the code she read
    From her boy, ship ahoy
    This is what the wig-wag said

Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein.