Fields of France

	作词 : 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

	zuò cí : 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