The Wildest Wish To Fly - Rupert Hine

I was not the fighter

So I should not want for shelter

With helpless ears I hear again

That even more are dead

Than anyone has ever said

I was not the fighter

Still the echoes of their gunfire

Penetrate my sleepy state

And I am walking in the shadow

Of a man I cannot see

How could the boy so in love with war planes

Have seen his first flight shot down in flames

He was just a dreamer

With the wildest wish to fly

I was not the fighter

No one shoots to spill my blood

But while this night rages so violently

The hawk circles above

And he was just a dreamer

With a conscience and in love

He wore his wings just like a crown

Yet still they shot him down

Framed inside the doorway

And there’s someone much like me

A shadow of the man he used to be

Have young men ever understood

The games old men will play

Was there anyone left with him today

Guitar: PHIL PALMER

Coda Vocals: ROBERT PALMER

Bottles: OLLIE W. TAYLER

The Wildest Wish To Fly is dedicated to Lt. R. N. Nicholas Taylor