Lancaster Lady
She reminded me of the pretty young ladies
who used to make Lancaster’s at Avro’s.
She reminded me of the pretty young ladies
who used to make Lancaster’s at Avro’s.
They always smiled.
Even though half of their magnificent aeroplanes
fell in flames over Germany.
Even though half of their magnificent aeroplanes
fell in flames over Germany.
Tens of thousand of men lost.
Many aircrew had sweethearts building the Lancs.
Their smiles died forever when war stole them.
I know you aren't such a lady, are you?
Their smiles died forever when war stole them.
I know you aren't such a lady, are you?
Or are you young lady?
We work in a bakery making cakes.
I see you smile.
Prettiness to illuminate the night sky.
I see you smile.
Prettiness to illuminate the night sky.
Are you the lady who built a Lancaster?
You’re forever an English rose.
Your beauty will never fade nor your light ever dim.
You’re forever an English rose.
Your beauty will never fade nor your light ever dim.
Like the young pilots and aircrew who flew your planes.
All now ghosts.
All now ghosts.
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