Fields of france
Al Stewart
His flying jacket still hast her perfume Memories of the night play across his mind High above the fields of France A single biplane in a clear blue sky 191 no enemy was seen High above the fields fo france Oh she locks but ther’s nothing to see Still she looks saying come back to me He tells her just remember me this way For here I am more true than anything I do High above the fields of France Oh she looks though he’ll never come back And them 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