paroles de chanson Flying Sorcery - Al Stewart
With
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
the
dare
The
compass
rose
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?
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