Hine Rupert The Wildest Wish To Fly
I was not the fighter So I should not want for shelter With helpless ears I hear again That even more are dead Than anyone has ever said I was not the fighter Still the echoes of their gunfire Penetrate my sleepy state And I am walking in the shadow Of a man I cannot see CHORUS: How could the boy so in love with war planes Have seen his first flight shot down in flames He was just a dreamer With the wildest wish to fly I was not the fighter No one shoots to spill my blood But while this night rages so violently The hawk circles above And he was just a dreamer With a conscience and in love He wore his wings just like a crown Yet still they shot him down CHORUS Framed inside the doorway And there's someone much like me A shadow of the man he used to be Have young men ever understood The games old men will play Was there anyone left with him today CHORUS ------------------------------ Guitar: PHIL PALMER Coda Vocals: ROBERT PALMER Bottles: OLLIE W. TAYLER The Wildest Wish To Fly is dedicated to Lt. R. N. Nicholas Taylor
