Lancaster Bomber

in a war when you were young

twenty-one and a flying gun

ow you deal a confusing pair

fascination and despair

with the tale you have to tell

ow the plane is in the park

o more maneuvers in the dark

there are birds inside the wings

there are things I'll never see

and it's hard to tell but

although I know it's true

I don't want to picture you

In the Lancaster bomber

In the Lancaster bomber

In a Lancaster bomber, oh

You were down beyond the pair

And I had to get out of there

Get a little country air

But there was no country anywhere

They say dreams come true but nightmares, too

And although I know it's true

I don't want to picture you

In a Lancaster bomber

In a Lancaster bomber

In a Lancaster bomber

When I ride my bike in the spring

I will rest in the shade of a wing

Of a Lancaster bomber

In the Lancaster bomber

In the Lancaster bomber, oh

Although I know it's true

I don't like to picture you

In the Lancaster bomber

In a Lancaster bomber

In a Lancaster bomber