The Immelman Turn - Al Stewart

I always was the reckless kind, I do what I must do

I put the danger out of mind, and go on

I joined the barnstorm fliers back in 1922

And above those dusty farms, we put a shw on

Fly, fly to the western sky

Where the fog bank shifts and the danger lies

Why, why would you never learn

That you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn?

Fly, fly to the red sunrise

Where the cloudbanks shift under copper skies

Why, why would you never learn

That you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn?

From aboard a Curtiss Jenny, oh, you see things differently

And the farm boys wait for joyrides in the clearing

I went out walking on the wing in 1923

And above the engine noise I heard them cheering

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You won’t come back from the Immelman Turn

Why, why, why?

You won’t come back from the Immelman Turn

Why, why, why?

There never was a one like you

Who knew that way to fly

But you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn

Why, why, why?

The frost was on your aieleron’s, and the wind was in your hair

When you went into the climb I saw you laughing

When the engine stalls and you start to spin

You won’t get out of there

And a hush comes on the crowd as you go falling

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