Fields Of France lyrics

(Al Stewart)

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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