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Mike Harding - Bombers Moon lyrics
'44 in Bomber County Young men waiting for the night, In the hedgerows birds are singing, Singing in the falling light. ~ And the captain says, 'Tonight there'll be a bomber's moon, We'll be there and back underneath a bomber's moon. A thousand bombers over the northern sea Heading out, out for Germany.' Chalky White stands at the dartboard, Curly Thompson writes to his wife, Nobby Clarke and Jumbo Johnson Are playing cards and smoking pipes; And over the hangers rises a bomber's moon, Full and clear rising, as the engines croon And the planes they taxi out on to runway five And sail off out into the silvery night. Sandy Campbell checks his oil gauge, The Belgian coast is coming soon; Curly Thompson lifts his sextant, Lines up on a bomber's moon And waves are shining there beneath the bomber's moon. The Lancasters flying high beneath the bomber's moon Coming in along the Belgian coast A thousand silver-shrouded ghosts. Flak flies up around the city, Jumbo Johnson banks the plane, Goes in low and drops his payload, Turns to join the pack again. And people are dying there beneath the bomber's moon, The city's a raging hell beneath the bomber's moon, And the planes head out towards the northern sea: Young men coming home from victory. Over Belgium came the fighters, Flying high against the night; Curly Thompson saw them coming, Closing in before he died. And the young men shot them down beneath the bomber's moon, Shot them down in flames beneath the bomber's moon; Young men sending young men to their graves Saw them down into the North Sea waves. Now it's '84 in Bomber County Mrs White dusts the picture and she cries: Chalky White in uniform Looking as he did the day he died. And for God's sake no more bomber's moons, No more young men going out to die too soon, Old men sending young men out to die, Young men dying for a politician's lies. For God's sake no more bomber's moons, No more young men going out to die too soon, Old men sending young men out to kill. If we don't stop them then they never will. No more no more bombers’ moons No more no more bomber's moons. |
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