Fields Of France Lyrics

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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