Al Stewart - Fields Of France

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Al Stewart - Fields Of France



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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