The night doesn't like it
Looks just like your face on the moon to me
And I won't let you do
What you want to do
It's funny how, even now, you're laughing.

I won't let you do it!

If you go, I'll let the law know
And they'll head you off when you touch the ground
Ooh, please, don't go through with this
I don't like the sound of it
It's funny how, even now, you're miles away

I won't let you do it
I won't let you do it
I won't let you go through with it!

Meet them over at Dover
I'll just pilot the motor
Take them over the water

With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water

Like a swallow
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find us
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning

In Malta, catch a swallow
For all of the guilty to set them free
Wings fill the window
And they beat and bleed
They hold the sky on the other side of borderlines

Meet them over at Dover
I'll just pilot the motor
Take them over the water
Like a swallow flying to Malta

With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow

There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find us
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning

Give me a break!
Oh, let me try!
Give me something to show
For my miserable life!
Give me something to take!
Would you break even my wings
Just like a swallow?

Let me, let me go
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow

("Let me, let me go!")
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find us
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning

("Let me, let me go!")
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow

("Let me, let me go!")
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find us
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning
But you're not a swallow!

Writer : BUSH, KATE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing