Lancaster Bomber

in a war when you were young
twenty-one and a flying gun
now you deal a confusing pair
fascination and despair
with the tale you have to tell
now the plane is in the park
no more maneuvers in the dark
there are birds inside the wings
there are things I’ll never see
and it’s hard to tell but
although I know it’s true
I don’t want to picture you
In the Lancaster bomber
In the Lancaster bomber
In a Lancaster bomber, oh
You were down beyond the pair
And I had to get out of there
Get a little country air
But there was no country anywhere
They say dreams come true but nightmares, too
And although I know it’s true
I don’t want to picture you
In a Lancaster bomber
In a Lancaster bomber
In a Lancaster bomber
When I ride my bike in the spring
I will rest in the shade of a wing
Of a Lancaster bomber
In the Lancaster bomber
In the Lancaster bomber, oh
Although I know it’s true
I don’t like to picture you
In the Lancaster bomber
In a Lancaster bomber
In a Lancaster bomber