Al Stewart Flying Sorcery Lyrics

Flying Sorcery Lyrics

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?