Al Stewart - Flying sorcery

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?