Lyrics

CAPEL-LE-FERNE

I remember that summer, a long time ago
The waiting and the weather, wondering if they’d show
Flying high over white cliffs, over fields and sand
Looking down and protecting this green pleasant land

Now they ask, 'was it exciting, well you must’ve been so proud
A swooping and a soaring way up in the clouds
Mister how many did you get, how many did you kill?'
But me I think of lost friends, I’m thinking of them still

But if you ask me I’ll tell you
It felt just like dancing
Dancing on air
A dance for survival
A dance of despair
Life on the edge
Living life to the full
For death or glory
Oh glory, so cruel

So I stand on the white cliffs, at Capel-le-Ferne
There’s a band and a fly past, how the years have flown
As I stand in the crowd there, I feel so alone
Well the Few they get fewer, and soon we’ll be gone

But if you ask me I’ll tell you
It felt just like dancing
Dancing on air
A dance for survival
A dance of despair
Life on the edge
Living life to the full
For death or glory
Oh glory, so cruel
Oh glory, so cruel