Flying Sorcery by Al Stewart
Flying SorceryWith your photographs of Kitty Hawk And the biplanes on your wall You were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were taking off in Tiger Moths Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day Are you there?On the tarmac with the winter in your hair By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care Oh, are you there?Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat And you took me for a ride We were drifting with the tail-wind When the runway came in sight The clouds came up to gather us And the cockpit turned to white When I looked the sky was empty I suppose you never saw the landing-lights Are you there?In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear Caught up in the slipstream of dare The compass roads will guide you anywhere, Oh, are you there?The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away And lights the maps and diagrams That Leonardo makes You can see Faith, Hope and Charity As they bank above the fields You can join the flying circus You can touch the morning air against your wheels Are you there? Do you have a thought for me that you can share? Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares Just call me if you ever need repairs Oh, are you there?