Spitfire

SPITFIRE The heart beats at the beauty of The silent elegant beast Getting close on the morning dew Ready for this flying feast Pulling the blade just once or twice Rolls Royce chucks smoke of blue The heartbeat of this grand old bird Will always run true With awesome grace she lifts her nose To lift you from the mire The smile just glows adrenaline flows At the beauty of the Spitfire We dance on clouds on silvered wings We wheeled and soared and swung Higher than where eagles sing Where British heroes won Tyrant hordes gathered near And tried to show their power But like a terrier born to fight They gave us our finest hour With awesome grace she lifts her nose To lift you from the mire The smile just glows adrenaline flows At the beauty of the Spitfire the late great Mr Churchill said You did us proud, we sing it loud That you were our Achilles Heel So much owed by so many to so few We owe our life our freedom rife So many here, unaware At the debt we really owe you now in debt forever