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 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?

    Marco Giunco
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