Fields Of France Lyrics - Al Stewart

His flying jacket still has her perfume 

Memories of the night 

Play across his mind 

High above the fields of France 

A single biplane in a clear blue sky 

1917, no enemy was seen 

High above the fields of France 

Oh she looks 

But there's nothing to see 

Still she looks 

Saying come back to me 

He tells her just remember me this way 

Fore here am I more true 

Than anything I do 

High above the fields of France 

Oh she looks 

Though he'll never come back 

And the letter that came 

Was bordered in black 

She'll find somebody else 

But not forget 

Leaving her regrets 

Like vapour trails of jets 

High above the fields of France