Home glory
Seen from below, there was nor a coward or cloud in the sky that day
Billowing smoke, it was bloodred, he’ll be home she’ll prey
Terror and hell throughout the night, she’ll hold her baby tight
With Dutch-courage him by my side said for him to give him another ride; he’ll want to fly for the winning side
For he wanted fame in the air, but he was hit right through the head but what do they care
They send us killing for yet another night, I can’t turn back for her though the stars shine so bright
For, I hoped for a clear-run and safe journey back, but tomorrow we’ll change tack
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