These lyrics are copied from Les Sullivan's MySpace page:


ROSES OF NO MAN'S LAND
Les Sullivan

Jim lay alone by a roadside in Flanders,
Blown from his horse in a sky full of lead.
Then came a voice as if spoken from nowhere:
"You'll be alright, chum. There are far worse than you."
Just a few pills and a mouthful of water
Gave him the hope and the will to go on.
Then the rosebud had left him to tend to another:
A father, a brother, a husband, a son.

CHORUS: Where are the roses of no man's land?
Where are the roses that held out a hand
To the wounded and frightened, the injured and dying?
Where are the roses that flower in hell?

After the shelling, a boy he lay buried.
Who the hell knew he was missing at all?
Then a hand brushed his fingers and a voice said, "One here, sir."
Men dug like demons and from death he was saved.
"Boy, I'm so glad to see you," said the soldier.
"It's lucky we saw you," said the man with no gun.
Then the rosebud had left him to tend to another:
A father, a brother, a husband, a son. CHORUS

Where are the roses that grew in the meadows,
That looked on the slaughter of the khaki and grey
With a bag full of potions, an armour of courage,
Who searched for the living by night and by day?
What sort of man does it take to be smiling
When inside he's screaming for the strength to go on?
But he knew he was needed to tend to another:
A father, a brother, a husband, a son. CHORUS