| Song | Flying Sorcery |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | Rhymes in Rooms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 the dare | |
| The compass rose 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 made | |
| 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? |
| zuo ci : 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 brushstrokes 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 oildrums 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 tailwind | |
| 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 landinglights | |
| Are you there? | |
| In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear | |
| Caught up in the slipstream of the dare | |
| The compass rose will guide you anywhere, | |
| Oh, are you there? | |
| The sun comes up on | |
| Icarus as the nightbirds sail away | |
| And lights the maps and diagrams | |
| That Leonardo made | |
| 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? |
| zuò cí : 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 brushstrokes 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 oildrums 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 tailwind | |
| 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 landinglights | |
| Are you there? | |
| In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear | |
| Caught up in the slipstream of the dare | |
| The compass rose will guide you anywhere, | |
| Oh, are you there? | |
| The sun comes up on | |
| Icarus as the nightbirds sail away | |
| And lights the maps and diagrams | |
| That Leonardo made | |
| 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? |