And the biplanes on your wa...You were always Amy Johnson...From the time that you were ...You were taking off in Tiger Moths...Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day...On the tarmac with the winter in your hair...By the empty hangar doors ...Leave the oil-drums behind yo..., you wrapped me up in a leather coat... were drifting with the tail-wind...When the runway came in sight...The clouds came up to g...And the cockpit turned to white...When I looked the sky was empty...ppose you never saw the landing-lights...In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear...Caught up in the slipstream of dare...The compass roads will ...The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail aw...And lights the maps and diagrams...As they bank above the fields...You can join the flying circus...You can touch the morning air against

And the biplanes on your wa...You were always Amy Johnson ...From the time that you were ...You were taking off in Tiger Moths ...Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day ...On the tarmac with the winter in your hair ...By the empty hangar doors ...Leave the oil-drums behind yo..., you wrapped me up in a leather coat ... were drifting with the tail-wind ...When the runway came in sight ...The clouds came up to g...And the cockpit turned to white ...When I looked the sky was empty ...ppose you never saw the landing-lights ...In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear ...Caught up in the slipstream of dare ...The compass roads will ...The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail aw...And lights the maps and diagrams ...As they bank above the fields ...You can join the flying circus ...You can touch the morning air against