Tigermoth — Steve Hackett

Just like his old father before him Who served in the great war would sing We're proud to serve Kaiser or King

They'll always find someone who's willing To take Tigermoth chances alone The boy who should never have flown

Was thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens A crowd drew near but failed to hear Look I'm over here and still one of you wait...

The young man's despondence soon halted When gently a voice that he knew Took shape slowly out of the blue

Flight Captain James at your service Last month I went down in the drink You're not as alone as you think

Here's some of your chums from last Thursday Shot down in their prime over Rome The boys who can never go home

Were thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens Until we meet again my friends No regrets and Lily Marlene sings again