She stands on the clifftop with tears in her eyes She longs for the moon to wash flames from the skies She doesn't look for the thrill of a k** There was only one, he came from the Sun Pilot of her dreams rides her searchlight beams She sits in the city with wings on her mind She waits for the birdman who left her behind He had to fly almost straight into hate There is only one though the race is run Pilot of her love feels him far above She waits at the airport with hope in her heart She listens for Spitfires' engines to start She hopes that he's near though it's been thirty years She's got a photograph taken for a laugh All the boys in blue hope their aim was true