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 for me"
He tells her "Just remember me this way

Here am I more true
Than anything I do
High above the fields of France"
Oh she looks

But 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 vapor trails of jets
High above the fields of France
High above the fields of France
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Fields Of France Lyrics

Al Stewart – Fields Of France Lyrics