Flying Sorcery Lyrics - Al Stewart

With your photographs of Kitty Hawk 

And the biplanes on your wall 

You were always Amy Johnson 

From the time that you were small 

No schoolroom kept you grounded 

While your thoughts could get away 

You were taking off in Tiger Moths 

Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day 

Are you there 

On the tarmac with the winter in your hair 

By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare 

Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care 

Oh, are you there 

Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat 

And you took me for a ride 

We were drifting with the tail-wind 

When the runway came in sight 

The clouds came up to gather us 

And the cockpit turned to white 

When I looked the sky was empty 

I suppose you never saw the landing-lights 

Are you there 

In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear 

Caught up in the slipstream of dare 

The compass roads will guide you anywhere 

Oh, are you there 

The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away 

And lights the maps and diagrams 

That Leonardo makes 

You can see Faith, Hope and Charity 

As they bank above the fields 

You can join the flying circus 

You can touch the morning air against your wheels 

Are you there 

Do you have a thought for me that you can share 

Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares 

Just call me if you ever need repairs 

Oh, are you there