Al Stewart)



His flying jacket still has her perfume

Memories of the night

Play across his mind

High above the fields of France



A single biplane in a clear blue sky

1917, no enemy was seen

High above the fields of France



Oh she looks

But there's nothing to see

Still she looks

Saying come back to me



He tells her just remember me this way

Fore here am I more true

Than anything I do

High above the fields of France



Oh she looks

Though he'll never come back

And the letter that came

Was bordered in black



She'll find somebody else

But not forget

Leaving her regrets

Like vapour trails of jets

High above the fields of France

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